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Twilight of the West - Changes
And I watch with wide-eyed wonder the Buddha's stoic stare
As he gazes out serenely without spirit left to care
The gold-haired thin ascetic's head is buried in the sand
Of the mystic's sterile desert seeks to be one with the land
And your women feeling equal to the men who fill their lives
Disdain the age old titles of motherhood and wife
Their mild mannered husbands grant their anarchistic flight
By the weak-willed neuter feelings of their limp-wrist corporate lives
Your churches all are classrooms of humanistic thought
Who preach of economics and salvation which is bought
They measure good in dollars no longer martyrs' blood
And promise pie not of the sky but lying in the mud
And I watch the west now dying
Its twilight time has come
As its melody plays sadly
Of that which has become
Of that which has become
The politician tells you that there's nothing left to fear
Peace on earth goodwill towards men as he grooms his doomed career
Opponents you thought vanquished have come to take their fill
As they hover on the sidelines preparing for the kill
And your well-fed soldiers stand in line amid the morning rain
But the pulse-beat of their fathers spread so thin through their veins
And the ancient vow to valor lies shrouded in the mist
Of the years of tranquil living that have robbed them of the test
Iconoclastic artists with little left to say
Spawn their works of chaos with such thought-provoking names
The patrons of pretension give unmitigated praise
As they join the faker's chorus for fear of losing face
And I watch the west now dying
Its twilight time has come
As its melody plays sadly
Of that which has become
Of that which has become
The money hungry merchant descends to greater greed
As he tried to take advantage of the conditions he helped breed
And the rich are dressing ragged as the poor put on their best
And they all don mask of falsehood as they live their lives in jest
And the parents treat their children as though expensive toys
Provided for dull moments a diversion to employ
Professors set the standards equality nothing less
As they level all their students making sure none is best
And the young all shake their fists that the old pollute the land
As they fill themselves with position from the other hands
And they all sing praise to progress and the new days that will come
As they dance the deadly dervish of their mind's delirium
And I watch the west now dying
Its twilight time has come
As its melody plays sadly
Of that which has become
Of that which has become
