The Contention Lyrics

Under the blankets of this clouded city lies a utopian machine
Just waiting to be hatched
Someday our unsuspecting eyes will crave more than these trivial daily functions we've forced upon ourselves.

We've dreamt these transient dreams of self satisfaction for far too long
So now I'm grasping your outstretched arm
In confidence that there's got to be more to this than the human condition has encountered in this current environment.

This is the final gift. Given back to you.