Seven O'clock

Oh, seven o'clock in the morning, got a message from afar
Down under an oasis where there are dreams still being born
And summer called on winter, saying all encouraging words
And I was truly grateful mutant messages were heard

Moved on from my despondency, and left it in the bed
Do I leave it there, still sleeping, or maybe kill it better yet?
For this is no time for depression or self-indulgent hesitance
This fucked-up situation calls for all hands, hands on deck

Ooh, freedom is as freedom does, and freedom is a verb
They giveth and they taketh and they fight to keep that what you've earned
They saw the destination, got so close before it turned
Swim sideways from the undertow and do not be deterred

Floodlight dreams go drifting past
Fading lines, those that we had
Distant loves floating above
Close these eyes, they've seen enough

Caught the butterfly, broke its wings, and put it on display
Got stripped of all its beauty once it could not fly high away
Ah, still alive like a passerby overdosed on gamma rays
Another God's creation, destined to be thrown away

Ooh, Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse, they forged the north and west
Then we had Sitting Bullshit as our fucked-up president
Oh, yeah, talking to his mirror, what's it say, what's it say back?
A tragedy of errors, who'll be last to have a laugh?

His best days gone, hard to admit
Throwing angry punches with nothing to hit
Luminous thoughts were once all he had
Ah, fading lights lost eloquence
There's still a fire in the engine room
Knows relief will be coming soon

(Oh-oh, oh-oh-ah)

What's to be done? Carve a path for rivers reign
Much to be done, oceans rising with the waves
Oh, held by these thoughts, they refuse to slip away
Oh, hangman in dreamland, about to call your name

Hey, yeah
Hey, oh, oh-oh
Hey, out of, eh-ah-ah-ah

Much to be done, much to be
Much to be done, much to be, eh
Much to be done, much to be, yeah
Much to be done