Billions of aching feet need real relief from concrete,
yet they'll tread till it renders all dead on a world that was life.
The endless running's got a hold on our minds.
The mistake is old, but we won't be so bold to change.
You know it is 'cause we're buying what they sell
that this magic planet's being twisted into a plastic hell.
And that patch of Earth you now stand above,
when was it last host to true actions of love?
What has it been and what still can it be?
All potential locked away just so the few can have their awful party.
You know it is 'cause we're buying what they sell
that this magic planet's being twisted into a plastic hell.
Humanity is hurting.
It seems to me we're less intelligent than confused.
And with everything at our whim,
it's everything we stand to lose.
It's time we let go of this routine
that requires that we grow numb to the
violence that spares nothing.
And if you choose to let no one decide your destiny,
make certain you never find yourself to be somewhat of an authority.
Respect and embrace all of the mysteries
and soon the end of hate and competition will be but yours, hers and history.
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