Don't be afraid of change. in a world this bad, it is so paramount to our future to lessen it in any way is to impair our own futures.
Think of tomorrow as corridor. there are many doors leading to many worlds. The one we pick is the one we're stuck with.
V1)
Like all gardens, bristled with life and tender strokes of artistic creation,
We lay slave to a nation, where alienation is the only occupation,
Slaves to a king who does not exist, he is more than pattern in the mist,
As we chase some kind of future, all we know for certain is there'll be color,
V2)
As T.V's crackle and hum their mind control, as they assume legal tender of our soul,
We fall one by one, like soldiers shot, like life forgot, we fall and we never get up again,
As our dreams once so guarded by humanity, now are the public toil of a dirty soil,
Am I alive for I think more? or are the patterns that define life universal, not produced by mechanic,
As we break our backs for the almighty buck, do you ever wonder who the hell gives a fuck?
C)
Govermounts don't care, they don't share, they rob and plunder, they steal our thunder,
They'ed watch us all die if they could profit from it, they are the robbers of souls,
And as we stand by and watch once great nations turn to dust, how we hurt, we so must,
As people once so bright and full of whimsy, now fade away like a dying daisy,
As time becomes the only thing we have left, they won't be there to thank you by your dying breath.
V3)
Men in suits, faces in disguise, they are the lies, they so despise,
Us, for being human, everyone, for wanting, the system that defines them.
And we cradle our nation to the end, in the bitter storm it is our only friend,
As they rape our wallets, rob our souls, pillage our minds and leave us for dead,
ask yourself is it you or them who keep you fed. is it you or them who keep you warm in bed.
B)
Paradise of sudden thought, could a better future ever be sought,
Or do we fall into the darkness, like a colored candle burning out.
All hope is ours as we are the people, we hold the key to the destruction of evil,
of corruoption, and sleeze in the wind, as it peppers the earth like dirty soil,
the corrupt must lay down their arms, and give the world back, before it's all jet black.
