(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 no one'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 talk to me 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 just 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 while there's holes in the roof
In the beginning, they said there was light But we never had the eyes to see Rather than bitch or put up a fight
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