Lizards

We run a race everyday; winning what?
Look out the window of a speeding car; feeling nought
We are blind in love, deaf in anger, dumb in awe
We trust; send smoke signals in the season of mists
In the end, all we are is
Lizards in the rain

We talk through wires and waves and mechanical slaves
We do not cherish life any more; we create it
Trust the sandman no more; all we need is amytal
Look for answers no more; worshiping a god digital
Does this not make us seem like
Lizards on top of a train

We believe in a god and fight in the name
Never for a moment thinking of understanding the game
We behave like monkeys fresh off the tree
Never realising that they are the ones truly free
After all, are we not all
Lizards with peanuts for brains