MUSIC FOR SALE

We come from the north, we come from the south
We come from the east, we come from the west
All our life is a moment in time
All the life we shape day by day is an expression of our very selves
And yet we are never free from our memories

We leave our childhood home without knowing what lies ahead
And sometimes it is simply a matter of believing in our future
We recall what was said back then
We ask how things work
We tell ourselves that we understand it all
We take whatever else we need
We live the simple life of human beings

We work in communities for everything that seems important to us
We dig tunnels, drill into the earth, and search for treasures
As we stack up towers, sometimes on sand, sometimes for very long
We build houses of glass and tear things down
And sometimes someone casts the first stone
We work and sometimes we work for the wages of the devil within us
And when we see the faces on the television screens, we believe in the good people

Be careful, said the voice within us
There must be something worth dying for
Be careful, said the voice within us
There must be something worth the journey
Be careful, said the voice within us
There must be something worth the attempt
Be careful, said the voice within us

Do you hear? Do you hear them coming in search of the unbelievers?
Reveling in the fears and the evil within us at the incarnation of Satan's creatures
And everything we dread, a curse lies upon mankind
When the demons, the demons come, all life would be better off dead
For evil never rests, that is why I urge us to cast out the devil

Be careful, said the voice within us
There must be something worth dying for
Be careful, said the voice within us
There must be something worth the journey
Be careful, said the voice within us
There must be something worth the attempt
Be careful, said the voice within us

Days painted in darkness draw near rapidly
And fading sunbeams make the hours grow old
Autumn winds blow colder across the land
And we did not feel the soul leaving our spirit
I saw fleeing birds migrating south on that autumn day
One looked at me as if it were no farewell
Yet in that golden autumn shimmer, I knew only that you exist, not here

Listen to the peaceful quiet emanating from this place
Here there are things worth living for
There are things worth loving
There was a time when we believed in miracles
Whenever something threatened to die
Whenever we lost love
When we heard the voice of lost souls

Rolling thunder appearing like lightning in the sky amidst the symbols of dominion and power
It was like shooting stars falling in broad daylight
Blazing flames turning into torches, into screaming, burning people trying to escape as their world turned into a raging inferno
Hear the songs of hopes dying before the day begins
Hear the choirs of lost souls singing us their farewell

Listen to the deathly silence emanating from this place
Here there is nothing worth living for
Here there is nothing worth loving