I'm the cold one, the enlightened one. You see me screaming, the frightened one. Everybody's therapy, I'll be your stupid therapy All these illusions we've created in life Just to in this World I'm the bold one dreaming up fun. You see me healing the forgotten ones. Everybody's useless majesty, refuse this reality Is this the consciousness you've to delight in? Just to Survive in this
And you sit at home McDonalds. You watch the T.V. This maze of has you brainwashed it's so You see the sun much, see your kids much, you have to pay for things, to up with the Jones', make them jealous. you feel so supreme.
Why are you an artist, why are you a seer, waiting tables in a Why are you a dancer, why are you a healer, pushing pencils for praise? Why do you ache for in your prison, freedom from cage? Why not lose your laptop, away your apron? are better ways to Survive in this world.
Meanwhile our is dirty, our kids shoot each other and we breathe the air. There's no to move, no space to use. We as if we're unaware that our supply is almost blown. The hole in the has grown. Our oil make the dolphins drown. There's too trash to put in the ground. And you look and turn off the news. You can't be for what you do. It's all for the of life you choose, but you've lost that right what will you do? will you do? How will you choose to in this world?