At the Whims Lyrics by Yves Jarvis
Countless and boundless
All knowing
Ebbing and flowing
Waste for no sake
Unconscionable con
Productive lives led without any trace
Of both feet planted firmly in one’s place
And not at the whims
We’re out on the fringe
Making the best of this flight
Do you want it?
To shed your appetite?
Couldn’t fool me
Prospect of what could be
Void and empty
Unprecedented unfolding
Out from their holdings
And into the fray
The rise and fall of an empire
With this dying breath
Should be ashamed with due respect
And out on your own without a cellphone
Making mistakes on your way
Can you hack it, baby?
Day in, every day, day out
Can you hack it every day?
Prospect in front of me
Void and empty