It all seems to strange
The dogs with mange, the poor,
The mutes the bums
I guess not
Doesn't anybody help themselves anymore
Barefoot pregnant women
Little kids whit snot on their face
I'll manifest for you
A land of plenty, a dynasty of disgrace!
Careening on the outer limits of reality
I look inside to see that it's clear
I must not fail them now,
Please grab hold
You must persevere
Living life is just not enough
Not to thing that are bought
But to things that cannot tot be sold,
Then you'll see
The world's prophecy is to learn
You're released by trial and error
A candle lit from the bottom
Will soon start to burn
With the blink of an eye
Don't dignify, a false spy in the sky
Re
You can see we have grown
Walking around with a mind of your own
With a glance to the past
How much we have grown It's been my dream
To let carnates know
What life really means
To enter the stream
If one understands
That's all I can ask
Life to you
is such a wretched task.
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