RISING OF THE FALL
Words & Music by Neil Pike ©1998
You judge things by the way they look,
Live your life like a comic book.
The truth is often quite mistook
By souls that are just sleeping.

Sell the planet, make a wish.
You view the world through a satellite dish.
It’s twenty five cents to take a piss
You wonder why you’re weeping.

Sometimes all I see is the shadow of our imperfection.
The human race is out of place.  It’s time to find a new direction.
All in all, the writing’s on the wall.
And what you see before you is the rising of the fall.
There’s a green tree growing through it all…

It seems we live on borrowed time,
To love this planet’s called a crime
They killed a river for a cyanide mine.
It’s a suicide mass movement.

Bomb the Arabs, bomb the Yanks,
Crush the love with army tanks.
Our leaders say we should give thanks
But I don’t see much improvement.

Sometimes all I see is the shadow of our imperfection.
The human race is out of place.  It’s time to find a new direction.
All in all, the writing’s on the wall.
And what you see before you is the rising of the fall.
There’s a green tree growing through it all…

You judge things by the way they look,
Live your life like a comic book.
The truth is often quite mistook
By souls that are just sleeping.