If it were within, within our power Beyond the reach of slavish pride To no longer harbour grievances Behind the mask's opportunist's facade We could welcome the responsibility Like a long lost friend And re-establish laughter In the dolls house once again For time has imprisoned us In the order of our years In the discipline of our ways And in the pa**ing of momentary stillness We can see our chaos in motion Our chaos in motion We can see our chaos in motion View our chaos in motion And the subsequent collisions of fools Well versed in the subtle art of slavery