The Quickening

(words and music:  Blinman/Ashburn)

Can it be:
You watch the world unwind
And carefully
Consider how much is in your mind

Now you see
The reason disappear
And rapidly
The sense of danger becoming clear

Quickening
The mind abruptly reels
Our crumbling things
Suggest renewal but still it feels
Like we’re
Right there

Feels like we’re at the end
Feels like we’re at the end

In the screen
You see we’re prospering
With each machine
Progressing further toward something

Anvil strike
And just above the din
A sound just like
Abandoned cities is creeping in

Quickening
A moment’s thought reveals
Alarming things
About our future and still it feels
Like we’re
Right there

Feels like we’re at the end
Feels like we’re at the end