Not One Is Upright - Wake Up, #37, Wake Up LyricsYou bolt the doorAnd swallow the keyThat's right, say you can't believeThere's no need-when you're freed-will to beThis is art.Cannot see-can't perceive-cannot beThe coming of the endWince:Strain to see-in this void-we're losing itIs the art of manWrench these words from my jaws, drain, dehydrateBecause these words are fallible imperfect vessels tossing in a sea of thoughtI can't tell you the truth but I can tell you where it is.DilettanteSettle or panic, Passion blurs your visionMidst your stride, Risk itYou start to fadeDrop anchors. I can show you where it is.Drop anchors.Unrefined, my paradigmFunction, form, and fashion:I know that what I am saying is raw, but witness the turning wheels of this global economy, grinding up man into ever smaller pieces. I see blank eyes and restless drawls responding to the emerging crisis of modern life, ringing emotions out. Don't invent inside what is out. Reason knows perfection as thirst knows water. If you're thirsty, then believe and satisfy your thirst. Drink from this cup. Come on bended knee. Don't let passion brand your battle, it'll only wear you out. Drink at the cross of redemption.