Still Life

Fixed in a frame of still life 

Nothing moves

Where the faintest whisper

Feeds the fire with the fuel

Caught in a web of social ills

Habitual blindness

In a world so quick to measure

So slow to check the rule

We go round and round in circles

Like a fragile clock 

Key wound

Till the final tick of the second hand 

Runs down

Etched into stone

A flaw is reckoned right

Forsaking heart

Until the servant is the master

And law is more than life

We go round and round in circles

Like a fragile clock 

Key wound

Till the final tick of the second hand 

Runs down

Look to the heart 

Turn it inside out

When our eyes meet

Let them speak

Can't you hear the sound

Attentions lock now

Don't hold back

Truth entwines us all around

We go round and round in circles

Like a fragile clock 

Key wound

Till the final tick of the second hand 

Runs down

Welcome to the ice age

Set to thaw

There come a new life

Where the truth in animation

Sheds darkness for the dawn

We go round and round in circles