The View From Eternity

[Adam WarRock] If life is a play Then better play your part If life is a game then Better play your cards Keep your hand held tight Close to the vest through experience And play drunk whenever Holding spades over hearts See people as chess pieces Arranged for convenience With moves thought out ahead of time One step ahead of mine Ahead of rhymes that fuels hearts The unleaded kinds Steady grind against The minds of orthodox allegiances We stand in judgement Before the Rosetta stone Trying to figure out the combinations Of the letters shown And every separate poem Read back through every effort blown Down through time and space After hearts opened it was a whole Cause back in ancient times We discovered hateful minds and closed souls Only music made by men with open hulls We laid the code gave men power and made it so Those who hold the power Could speak as gods and play the roles And i can see for miles but still The outcome of life is nothing i can feel Whether a man or a child Whether abstract or real Whether dead or alive Whether a sword or a shield And everything is everything It is what it is But still we went with fate And prepped for life to exist And while the pieces lining up Eternity wasting time enough The hero and the villain The music and the mix Yo it's been a long time In the beginning we created Language phonetics And gave people something to play with Seven notes on several scales Made them diatonic With syncopatic rhythms That children found symbiotic And the record spins the same As the world tilts on its axis And artists hone their crafts In committed hours of practice That amount to single seconds On the lifelines of existence Sound waves enter space Through satellite transmissions While celestial bodies sway In the pool of creation Gods pass centuries While drifting in meditation Knowledge sounded sweet To the ears of the innocent Stars faded and died As planets below diminished in The last beam of light Was flickering in the sky And the earth burned steady As rivers and oceans cried Til the whispers echoed over The abandoned landscape And history was captured On a sixty minute mix tape