Land of the Free Vision high, a river of silence Pouring down Overturning near the shadows Inside, alive, Narrow eyes that only see What the world truly is What we are becoming Breathe deep, A breath of worthless command Still grasping, the ambiance An accretion of our negligence It seems, in our own secluded minds We only exist in a corner Unsure flooding in the eyes of children Shelters our minds from the feelings, From paths we deeply need We're soaking through the blinding light I'll never speak to myself, good night From the stance of our own Atlantis If we only knew enough to seek, We would find nothing, Save a tapered lane that steers us back, To a perfect tense Only leading to before