"It’s Not My Fault"  By : Jack Moss

How can we endure a life without a dream
when cybernetic chaos becomes mainstream
as negotiations fail, deliberations falter,
while the flesh comes alive and is killed upon the alter.
Right down where the crossroads come through,
right down where it meets me and you.
I’m letting go of hope – letting go of fear
but it all becomes far too clear:

It’s not my fault! It’s not my fault!
But now you say it’s up to me?

Shackled and shaven and probed and prodded
we stand in a line to get what we’re allotted
bar code us, scan us, and file under “poor”
and pull us out for fun or the next world war.
I can’t remember anything that matters in the least
but I can’t forget the number of the beast.
For if you try sometime, the punishment will come
so I bury my fury in the beating of a drum:

It’s not my fault! It’s not my fault!
But now you say it’s up to me?

I can wash all day but my hands are filled with blood
it’s seeping from my pores, flowing in a flood.
For six billion souls I know this is true:
it ain’t exactly me but I’m sure it’s you.
The sword is burning, the garden is neglected.
I’ve cast off the sin of a God I’ve rejected.
Now is the time. Love is the answer.
You become the Band. We become the Dancer.

Singing:
It’s not my fault! It’s not my fault!
But now I know it’s up to me.
It’s not our fault! It’s not our fault!
It’s not our fault! It’s not our fault!
It’s not our fault! It’s not our fault!