Million Dead - The Eddison Address lyrics

I have never taken for granted The science behind sound Where's the equation Behind Hendrix Sending his rumbles through the crowd? Because music dwells not solely in the realm of Cold, hard fact - The 70's punk explosion and Stravinsky's riots Attest to that Yes, our art the great leveller I've always felt Unharnessed, not in the temples But in the flood plains have we dwelt Solomon's song a shadow Without his voice and zither player The apocalypse a sham Without guitar, ba**, drums and slayer And what of this snare drum riccochet? Does it have the same soundwave pattern As the shot that k**ed JFK? And what of these ba**lines Like tsunami through the ocean Or the shimmer of acoustica That set the hippy kids in motion? What of that? My question remains unanswered What of that? Hanging, pensive, unanswered What of that? And what of this guitar? An expression of defiance Of a broken record: The pervasion of science? And what of my words This luddite rallying call? Have they little to teach us? Maybe nothing at all And what of these ba**lines Like tsunami through the ocean Or the shimmer of acoustica That set the hippy kids in motion? And what of this snare drum Assa**ination reverberation? The sound of an insurrection Versus populist elation Dearest Eddison You cannot capture or subdue Our oscillations Without destroying what we do Dearest Eddison You cannot capture or subdue Our oscillations Without destroying what we do Let's not forget You hear this through the wax of irony Yes, from city spires to underground Hands on earpieces will never hold this down Yes, from city spires to underground Hands on earpieces will never hold this down Dearest Eddison You cannot capture or subdue Our oscillations Without destroying what we do, what we do, what we Yeah, from city spires to underground Hands on earpieces will never hold this down Yes, from city spires to underground Hands on earpieces will never Hold this down