Egypt (The Chains Are On

In the land of the lost horizon
Where the queen lies dark and cold
When the stars won’t shine, then the story’s told

When the world was milk and honey
And the magic was strong and true
Then the strange ones came and the people knew

That the chains are on

In the land of no tomorrow
Where you pray just to end each day
And your life just slowly melts away

Each day you hear the sand as it moves and whispers
Come and sail on my golden sea
Maybe one day you’ll be just like me…and that’s free

But still your chains are on

You’ve seen them walking on the water
You’ve seen flying through the sky
They were frightening in the darkness
They had rainbows in their eyes

When the world was milk and honey
And the magic was strong and true
The the strange ones came and the people knew

That the chains are on

I have, until today, misunderstood what the sand was whispering. I thought it was the Phaoronic temptation to Moses: “Come and sit on my golden seat. Maybe one day you’ll be just like me.” Slavery can breed an ambition to become a master. Better off dying in chains than live to become one who locks them on others.