Sometimes I like to think bout how the world might be,
If we offered up our problems, to the comets and the trees,
To the black hole,
The void goes,
On and on
There's people out here and they want your power, Only way they take it is to make you give it up, you pay in hours, In the, present or the future, now or after, All your time is spent on them, in mind or matter, got to go and find your patterns, Now look, Imagine if your taxes went to actions made of love, Hard work and maintenance, instead of making people suffer, See the way that money works, it hurts, whoever isn't one of its keepers, every day you burn for it, convert your ether, I believe community is more than theatre, When we come together, Things get better, If they're hungry then you feed them, But when the ones with power, meaning who controls our freedom, Doesn't keep the people first, bleed them out, we don't need them, I think we got a lot of growing up to do in truth, And, maybe not everyone is ready for the move, But we move, no attachments to the past systems we used, No abuse, no exploitation, that's the way we lose,
Lately I've been feeling like a pyromaniac, Burn it down, turn it to clouds, rain will fall, and take the land, Our biggest achievements, gone no grieving, sank beneath the sand, Every thought you ever had lost, and, how'd you play your hand,