Given Over To History Lyrics

Raspberry Bulbs Given Over To History

A time when
Cruelty and violence
Had no name
They were one and the same

One of few
Means of expression

The first component
Of our language
The first step on the stairway

There is certainly
Something strange happening
And meanwhile we laugh

Astrology be the pins
Sticking through
Human being taxidermy

Deny beauty unending
Ignoring its rapture
We Instead are overcome
By the task at hand

Engulfed in the meaning
Of every day gleaning
There is no holding back
The sun from its beaming

Your eyes
Just looking at you
It's all true