Labour makes us hard
Feeds us
Body and soul
We labour for the lords and masters
We are but slaves
And all that labour
Ends in some disaster
Such an undulating mass of humanity
Millions dressed in their uniforms
Billions that servility wants to reform
I wonder if God sees the insanity
Evolving in this universe
God so masterly formed
Some eyes are full of kindness
Some eyes are full of hate
Some hearts are full of compassion
Some hearts want to ration at the gate
Love and empathy
For there is often little sympathy
Some call it destiny
Some call it fate
But love
If love
We love
Might
See the truth
Would we be so ruthless
Could we be so uncouth
Confusion makes us all moody and in despair
Pollution makes us breathe filth and dirty air
How dare we
Don't we care
Strike me deaf and dumb
I wake and feel numb
All the goodness of the earth
Is buried beneath our feet
While plastic excess continues to fill every road and street
When rivers fail to run
When forests fail to grow
Perhaps then
We'll wake
Perhaps then
We'll know
Hardship has made us hard
War buries us with all our fears
If peace can exist
If love can rise and perhaps persist
Who would rule the earth
Who would be the masters
Maybe we just need to run faster
Maybe we can avoid further disaster
Have the village Shaman
Toss their sacred bones
Have the villagers stand together
Singing in sacred tones
The sun will continue to rise and shine
The moon will still reflect all that fine light
But it is only us
Who can define what is right
If we only sing patriotic songs
Confine what is wrong
I truly fear
Seven billion dreamers can't be wrong
Our final path
Won't be very long
Even with all those curves and lines
Tattooed upon you and all your kin
Years of imaginary prayers and mantras
Some imagined glory and fantasy
Tattooed upon your skin
Making us go blind
To this madness we're all stuck in
In this madness we all find