The Old Story
Ola Onabulé
5:23Conceive It Talking about the way things be. Can you conceive it? A world where a guardian angel, steadily takes aim At our baby's deadly toy, primed for the end game With gods, in camouflage, murdering the old shame And they'll conceal it, Not with loud words, of an enemy, but with gold silence Of a cold society, hardened to violence Where to speak of unity only makes no sense. And unreason grinds coarse words to fine Stench of anger suffocates young minds Oh I know you struggle to believe it, Still can't see it But your brain quite quickly will concede it You'll conceive It's how things already be! The lie that's believed is, long ago was for them, that bastion of safeness The main goal of the cause, return to that greatness By wrenching hope from claws, of dreamers till stateless So you might perceive this, As a tale meant to foretell what you will soon hear They'll be all they can, when you can no longer You're short of ideal, ideal is you're not here Where delirium drives dissent benign your continuum becomes broken line Oh I know you struggle to believe it, Still can't see it But your brain quite quickly will concede it You'll conceive It's how things already be! How can I conceive it, when I can't believe it Aaaaaahhhh Open up your eyes and see It's already happening. It's how things already.