Songtext von Speak

Fools ever clambering for the pulpit A moment's thought is a lifetime wisdom Dress fickle desire in a cloak of philosophy Paint your brown fur with peacock colours. Seek meaning or seek notoriety The search for purpose is an endless plummet So build a bridge of borrowed words And tell us what you have made Speak. Flock to herd is pack They run and always bleating Speaking Speak. See how the dancer twists and coils Before its audience of comrades and strangers Draws aside the shimmering veils To reveal a cloak of rhetoric Malformed cretin bandaged in words And the spirit quivers Curled foetal within a womb of pretence. Flock to herd is pack They run and always bleating Speaking Speak. Behold! It is louder than thunder, the great quake, The earth trembles at the mighty roar of the parrot flock A war of regurgitation forms an ocean of bile Flock to herd is pack They run and always bleating Speaking Speak.