Inside Out

'30 years ago, 

Society believed that no price was to high, 

We thought that industry could come at any cost. 

We cannot afford to pay that price any more.' 



So finally my journey ends 

And through this wound my soul can mend 

Guilt is my blood 

I'm being drained 

This is my home, I will stay... 

...inside! 

There's always someone inside 

Fighting to get outside 

The "knowing-right-from-wrong side" 

Our home is inside! 



I've travelled the world around 

In search for some Grail of mine 

How could I be so blind? 

It was always here:inside 

I have only some weeks to give 

But at last... I live 



Life's just a line of situations 

A matter of occasions 

And mystic correlations 

The work of a Machine! 



Here in a world split to nations 

We fail to see the relations 

Between the Wheel and the Machine 

And of the scars we're leaving... 



...inside! 

I swear there's someone inside 

Fighting to get outside 

Just give it all an hour 

By the Concrete Lake! 



'I dread the day my children will ask me why. 

I dread the day when I will have to explain to them that people thought 

It was acceptable to destroy the environment so that we could have jobs. 

I dread the day I will have to explain to my bright-eyed Joshua, 

Who talks to dogs and listens to the 

grass screaming, 

That we were all to busy driving fast cars, 

Rushing our children off to day-care, 

And finding seniors' homes to our grandparents 

And listening to the ringing of cash registers. 



We were all too busy to hear the grass screaming.'