Why is this feeling Better than this one? Why is this murder Worse than that one? Why do I get to choose The fate of a flower? Why do you get to choose The fate of my brother? Who decided to claim That the Earth is not a sphere But a pyramid? Why these invisible boundaries, And borders and gods and judges Are more real than this feeling, This flower and the fate of my brother? Ignorance doesn't make you happier It just makes you less lonely Who decided to claim That the Earth is not a sphere But a pyramid? I'd rather live in the sphere Than in your crowded pyramid 'Cause in the sphere this feeling, This flower, this murder, my brother We all live and die on the same ground