Song: Slow Motion Poem by Dave SmithWhite

We're drowning in the ocean.
Between the waves we slide.
Our lives flash by before us,
Like the rush of suicide.

That rush is in slow motion,
With fear, a rising tide.
As we build our island bastion,
On ground we stole, denied.

That rush is in slow motion,
Like corn mown down with scythes.
Historic forces close in,
On a game that's rigged and jived.

Through stormy market waters,
The corporate state sails on.
The people merely ballast,
We glibly jettison.

That rush is in slow motion,
As we falter in our stride.
We reach for the numbing potion;
Pray god is on our side.

That rush is in slow motion,
As to the frozen frame we're tithed.
Borne on the winds of emotion,
To the shipwreck of our lives.

We're falling through the ether,
As if the solid earth decides,
To overthrow it's features,
And quickly liquefy.

That rush is in slow motion,
And to reason, it is shy.
The gods have their devotions,
And we don't signify!

That rush is in slow motion,
With senses shot, awry.
Are we left no other option,
But to lay down and to die?