Ben Phillips - House on a Hill lyrics

Our impulses are being redirected. We are living in an artificially induced state of consciousness that resembles sleep. The poor and the undercla** are growing. Racial justice and human rights are non-existent. They have created a repressive society. And we, their unwilling accomplishments. Their intention to rule rests with their annihilation of consciousness Somewhere in the end of all this hate There's a light ahead That shines into this grave that's in the end of all this pain In the night ahead there's a light upon this House on a hill The living, living still Their intention is to k** and they will, they will But the children are doing fine I think about them all the time Until they drink the wine and they will, they will, they will Somewhere in the end we're all insane To think a light ahead can save us from this Grave that's in the end of all this pain In the night ahead there's a light up on this House on a hill The living, living still Their intention is to k** and they will, they will But the children are doing fine I think about them all the time Until they drink the wine and they will, they will, they will We have been lulled into a trance. They have made us indifferent to ourselves, to others. We are focused only on our own gain. Please understand. They are safe as long as they are not discovered. That is their primary method of survival. Keep us asleep, keep us selfish, keep us sedated I am not afraid I won't burn out in this place My intention is to fade and I will, I will In this House on a hill The dead are living still With intentions to k** and they will, they will Keep your children safe inside Out of pocket, out of mind Until they drink the wine and they will, they will, they will