Getting Back from New Beginning by Declan O'Mahony

Has the last steed bolted ?
The wild fish all gone?
Remember the bumble bee
The white wooper swan

Factory wooden graveyards
No sound to be heard
Deathly are the poisons infused at birth

Rusty needled carpet
There’s no life underneath
Wild fish cannot breed in a stream that ain’t sweet
Ten thousand years ago, the ice melted and flowed
Native creatures they just flourished,
There was no need to pour

Cancer givin toxins (in)to the water and soil
The alchemist is thrivin he’s got new drugs on the boil

To cure or to kill you, is that how it goes
They don’t want you goin back to where the wild water flows

Roadsign’s rusted, twisted , we are lost
Light-bill pays the corporations costs
State puppeteer decides it
State servants takes a hidin
Getting back is the only way





Does the water that we’re drinkin truly cleanse ’n refresh?
The see-thru plastic carrot, a health benefit
Does it grow in rich dark soil or
In the back of a van
Colour, sprayed, injected by the corporation man

An industry worth billions , sold to you and me
Brilliant marketeering, its eco and its green
Cancer stats are climbing, the answer can’t be clear
They’ve camouflaged their poisons in the
Water, soil and air

Roadsigns faded now no one can read
Empty twisted truths we still believe
The net dictates directions
With major imperfections
Getting back…the pathway to appease,
Getting back… Getting back…

The church seats now are empty
The priest he stands alone
The mystery and the magic of his message is long gone
Purity , divinity, those words that make you puke
Are floating down red rivers, coz no one gives a hoot.
The Benedictine monk, whispers mantras in your ear
Get the fuck back now or learn to live with fear.
Hatred , insecurity, poisoned cups of tea
The madmans taken over our entire family.

Roadmaps faded now, can’t disagree
The long and winding roads one endless plea
Your kids do they deserve it
Their ancestors they served it
Getting back, beggars our belief



Does the water you are drinkin really cleanse and refresh?

Is the vacuumed plastic carrot, a health benefit

Does it grow in rich dark soil or
In the back of a van

Colour, sprayed, injected by the corporation man

An industry worth billions , sold to you and me
The marketing is perfect, its eco and its green

Cancer stats are rising, the answer isn’t clear
They camouflage their poisons in the
Water, soil and air

Roadsigns jaded now we cannot read
Subtle twisted truths we still believe
The net gives all directions
With major imperfections
Getting back , Help us if you please.

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