Clarion Call to the Master of Spain

The years were dark, the lines were long
We tried to fight but that went wrong
We tried the doors and all the locks
We'd break the glass with bags of rocks
If but we could get us outside
To grab some rocks to save our hide

Through hours long and months of mull
Our will to leave was turned to wool
We couldn't dance or sing about
We couldn't dream, for we'd run out,
Of dreams that is, all wasted on
Attempts to git, and git long gone
So on we'd dream of nicer days
When panes blocked not the UV rays
Why can't I run or hide from sight
Why can't the fan blades lift my kite?
Why can't the walls let starlight through?
Why can't we keep our dreams in view?
Cause every time we try to dream
A ripple comes across the seam
Where sheets of rock are plastered sound
To keep in lies, to keep us bound
And washes out the thoughts come in
And tides across our taste of sin
"For what you seek's not right" walls boom
As amens echo through the rooms
We know it too, the way's unseen
And what is hid can't well be clean
And so our glance returns again
To what it ever would have been
Not bright or drunk, not wild and scared
Not gleed or stout, not ill prepared
Not anxious, pond'rous, nor composed
Not jubilant or juxtaposed
By friend or foe nor love or lie
No will to live nor yet to die
And on we'd shrink...

If not per course of the course laid
Which had its path across ours played
For up out of the cracks some day
There'd come a chance to get away
The way is dark and China bound
Yet it's far better in the ground
The earth's not stale nor eats the soul
As Nothing does if in control
And though the way's now darker still
At least I feel and have a will
A will to do whate're I like
To stand on desks or throw a pike
To burn a town, to save a fox
To give another bags of rocks
Though tough in what I'm crawling through
Still all's what I decide to do.