Instrument of Peace
Max Freeland
A lump of clay
A block of wood
Use me
Turn me into something good
Poison my body
Destroy my mind
I'm so toxic
Mushroom clouded mind
Half life
Half dead all the time
All your dreams
Manipulated for their means
You're an instrument
Now sing
Maybe tomorrow
You'll wake up in a different place
New machines will steal your face again
Reinvent the wheel
We invent the real
You could give it all away
Or you could make them pay
All your dreams
Manipulated for their means
You're an instrument
Now sing
I'll forgive you
If you could forgivе me
Make me an instrumеnt of peace