(Lyrics written by Crass, copyright/published/anarchy Existencil Music)
In the beginning, they said there was light, but there's not much left of it now. We're lost in the darkness, seeking sight and sound, and the answers to the what, to the where, or the how. We're talking about freedom while we're locked in a cell, dreaming of a world without war, forced to live on the boundaries of hell, just like nobody's ever thought of peace before.
What's the point of preaching peace? It's something you don't feel What's the point of talking love? You don't think love is real Where's the hope in hopelessness? Where's the truth in lies? Don't hold my hand if you can't look me in the eyes 'Cause in the beginning they said there was light but someone's burnt out the fuse And now we're all lost in the eternal night, looking for another little candle to use Lots of little candles, isolated hope Frail little flames in the gale Lost little people who just can't cope just knocking, knocking their heads on the nail What's the point of talking freedom (if you protect yourself)? What's the point of preaching sharing (as you accumulate your wealth)? It's so easy to be giving if the things you give ain't real (It's so easy to lie if you ignore the things you feel)
CHORUS: (You) Beg the question, (you) bend the truth (You're) Bailing out the basement when there's holes in the roof
In the beginning, they said there was light but we never had the eyes to see We didn't bitch or put up a fight We ran just like lemmings into the sea No one really wants to get it together It's much easier to grab what you can
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