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I feel my words add up to one thing, and thatâs nothing
Iâm struggling and searching; Iâm verbal axe-juggling
Stumbling and lurching, my syntax troubling
I'm Busting verses, trying to capture something
Subtle about the rapture and passionate suffering
Attached to the cluttered path of cash coveting
Corruption contaminates the task of governing
Consumption demands massive gas guzzling
With hands tied up in the act of ass-covering
Above I see the sword of Damocles hovering
Assassins set to dispatch another king
As the pendulum swings, feel the plastic smothering
Sending some scuttling back under motherâs wing
Others stand muttering, watching sand crumbling
Castles come crashing to land, their plans tumbling
I canât help wondering how the dream was killed
It's like the frame was built weak, but it seemed so real
I blame myself and accept the shame and guilt
For being a training-wheel, out to gain the skills
To play the game well and chase fame and wealth
The same as everyone else; yeah, it strained my health
To remain in the filth, but the pains I felt
Didnât move me to action, and plus I knew this would happen
But this stupid attraction to hubristic passions
Grew, and through attachment I flew into a trap and
Couldnât clue into the fact of the illusionâs enchantment
Until I sat on the ruins of the last human advancement
A loon laughing alone in a thousand-room mansion
With computers, fax, and phones used to grow food plants in
The last bastion, what remains of humanity
Madness rages in a string of profanity
All thatâs left of an age of insane vanity
Condensed into one case of vain insanity
I scream and complain to the rainforest canopy
My name and DNA chain aborts, vanishing
As animals watch the last corpse from Titanic sink
The planet thinks: âFinally, man is extinctâ
And begins replenishing all the damaging things
That we did with our hands while micromanaging
Now weâre back to the last days of weapon brandishing
When we still have a chance to change; come back from the brink
And cancel that command on the satellite link
Itâs like, the battles of right-wing fascist militants
Remind me of mankindâs past irrelevance
You can wipe us all out like Florida brown pelicans
And it wonât necessarily spell the end of mental elegance
We feel these evolutionary arrogant elements
But as long as thereâs still chimps, dolphins and elephants
Or any mammal animal with strands of intelligence
Language and culture eventually will swell again
I canât tell you when, but I know itâs possible
So letâs drop the bull: this show is stoppable
But all in all Iâd rather outgrow the obstacles
Than start all over from go; thatâs so illogical
For us to make progress, though, the soul has got to flow
And soldiers have got to slow down and start talkinâ peace
Part of the problem seems to be with corporate greed
But theyâre all just people with kids they got to feed
Lost in a colossal sea of private property
And canât see the forest for the trees, just frogs asleep
In a pot of deep water, boiling hotter
Soil erosion problems, oil and slaughter
Destroy and prosper, spoil and conquer
Enjoy it while it lasts, boys, it wont be much longer
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