The world goes on, the world just flows

Where something dies, there something grows

And everything has got its place

And everything has got its phase

The universe in children’s eyes

Ancestral rhythms in our veins

The air is channeled into voice

And bodies move taught by the flames

We make up words, make-up with names

Turn native bracelets into chains

We learn to fly and cage the bird

Proclaim ourselves kings of the herd

The world is fucked, the world is dying

And we don’t know what we are saying

The rules, beliefs, for which we kill

Material pain, the fleeting thrill

Murder our teacher, sell our mom

And our success becomes our dawn

The smartest species dies for greed

The burning thirst, the flooded seed

We can not move, we can not breathe