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The world goes on, the world just flows
Where something dies, there something grows
And everything has got its place
And everything has got its phase
The universe in children’s eyes
Ancestral rhythms in our veins
The air is channeled into voice
And bodies move taught by the flames
We make up words, make-up with names
Turn native bracelets into chains
We learn to fly and cage the bird
Proclaim ourselves kings of the herd
The world is ****ed, the world is dying
And we don’t know what we are saying
The rules, beliefs, for which we kill
Material pain, the fleeting thrill
Murder our teacher, sell our mom
And our success becomes our dawn
The smartest species dies for greed
The burning thirst, the flooded seed
We can not move, we can not breathe
