When the timing and delivery is crucial to the meaning that comes out of me,
I don't need to make the blind see, but I doubt if they could tell me what the colour be,
It's superficial, but reality,
And it's good, but it's bad, and it's freedom of expression, agreed,
The fine line is human interpretation,
To reduce and refine the rehumanisation,
And the clock strikes down, and the people are free,
And what we do with the freedom is what comes sweeping over me,
The funny thing, change will not change the mission,
'Cause the hope that isn't there is only part of the condition,
And the clock strikes down, and the mob goes free,,
Until destruction is the function of creative insecurity,
And this is what we are, but maybe what we should not be,
So, why is always it pouring out of me?
Well, I just don't know, I just don't know,
Well, it's pathetic and aesthetic, but I'm ready to go,
I said, I just don't know, I just don't know,
Well, it's pathetic and aesthetic, but I'm ready to go,
I said, I just don't know, I just don't know,
I just don't know, I just don't know,
I just don't know, I just don't know,
I just don't know, I just don't know.
Man is the measure of all things, they say,
But the standard for the measurement keeps moving away,
Aristotle saw the world, but he couldn't see though it,
Socrates drank the poison, but society drew it,
And we go, down, down, down to the centre of town,
With all the hookers and the Jones' just standing around,
The young men sell crack to subsidise their education,
They get ten long years to graduate their alienation,
And the clock strikes down, and the people are free,
And they say, "I don't really mind, 'cause I got mine for me,"
You say we're only human; it looks more like inhumanity,
They say we are the future; it looks more like primitivity,
The clock strikes down, and the path is unknown,
Until the fuse that holds society together is blown,
But you know your name, and you know your heart,
Just stand back and watch it all falling apart.
Well, I just don't know, I just don't know,
Well, it's pathetic and aesthetic, but I'm ready to go,
I said, I just don't know, I just don't know,
Well, it's pathetic and aesthetic, but I'm ready to go,
I said, I just don't know, I just don't know,
I just don't know, I just don't know,
I just don't know, I just don't know,
And I just don't know, I just don't know.
When the timing and the delivery is crucial to the meaning that keeps pouring out of How are we to make the blind see?
But I doubt if they could tell me what the colour be,
It's superficial, but reality,
And it's good, but it's bad, and it's freedom of expression, agreed,
The fine line is human interpretation,
To reduce and refine the rehumanisation,
Man is the measure of all things, they say,
But the standard for the measurement keeps moving away,
Aristotle saw the world, but he couldn't see though it,
Socrates drank the poison, but society drew it,
And we go, down, down, down to the centre of town,
With all the hookers and the Jones' just standing around,
The young men sell crack to subsidise their education,
They get ten long years to graduate their alienation.
Well, I just don't know, I just don't know,
It's pathetic and aesthetic, but I'm ready to go,
I said, I just don't know, I just don't know,
Well, it's pathetic and aesthetic, but I'm ready to go,
I said, I just don't know, I just don't know,
I just don't know, I just don't know,
I just don't know, I just don't know,
I just don't, I just don't, just don't,
Just don't know, I just don't know,
It's pathetic and aesthetic, but I'm ready to go,
I said, I just don't know, I just don't know,
Well, it's pathetic and aesthetic, but I'm ready to go,
I said, I just don't know, I just don't know,
I just don't know, I just don't know,
I just don't know, I just don't know,
I said, I just don't know.
