At last we'll be enlightened of our fate
We can't believe how long we've had to wait
The satellite will beam the message here
And what we're meant to do will be made clear
Wouldn't it be nice to know our purpose?
To have a clear direction for our lives?
We'd like to find out what our work is
And how this little commune will survive
We gather in the hall and start the tape
But as the message is taking shape
A screeching sound is heard instead of speaking
The speakers full of static, noise, and shrieking
Wouldn't it be nice to know our purpose?
To have a clear direction for our lives?
We'd like to find out what our work is
And how this little commune will survive
Sitting with astonished looks on our faces
As the transport on the satellite erases
The message that would tell us what to do
The job that could become our social glue
Now we're doomed to never know our purpose
We lack a clear direction for our lives
We'll never find out what our work is
And now this little commune won't survive
credits
from A Maze of Death,
released July 18, 2005
Future Boy: vocals, lyrics, editing
Johnny Cashpoint: music