All is all if we fall
With our backs to the wall
I can’t count the times that we refused to listen
The social paradigm and fictitious system
The environment’s falling
Invest in space missions
We’ve all lost friend, cancer
Gas emission
Well my stomach is turning
Enough of hypocrisy
We sit still but discuss import topics
Sip coffee
Now what’s next to the flavor and this tactical texture?
When all that’s import is Friday nights facebook picture
Where we hope for five seconds and create a huge fuss
Hoping, crossed fingers that all I eyes are on us
Well no one is looking
While all’s just a pixel
While humanity hangs on one half rusted axel
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