Looks like everybody has lost their minds
Like the way that the ocean dissolves their lives
Like salt in the water of a million times
To a billion times, we're divided anyway
Looks like in a matter of a zillion days
At the bottom of the sea we deceive the rays
Of the blazing sun, inexorable one
Shining down on me lengthways and sideways
No one can see with any accuracy
Or certainty, however naturally
How our bones are defining our tragedies
As we passively shrug our shoulders readily
While the phone crowd whittles down
And paces away like zombies buckling down
Wasting every precious pocket of time
Wiping out their minds
No time for bedtime anyway
So the Saga tree moans imperceptibly
As the factory rose disproportionately
Everyone groans as the damn machines
Take over our means
A scene from a sci-fi magazine
Your father once spoke of an egalitarian place
In the minds of enlightened folk
Who envisioned a light at the end of the line
Some radical sign
What happened to them anyway?
Yet it always seems like in these modern times
Every running headline is intertwined
With a massive decline of our state of mind
Screwed up in our heads as we're constantly fed
By the forces of the grapevine
And our souls are aching for hope, for change
For something to topple existing domains
But our fears get the better of us once again
We succumb to the pressures of our living game
Who's to blame?
When it rains, it pours over us again
As we watch the repeat of our world gone insane
Can we abstain?
If our eyes are chained to every bloodstain?
How we judge with disdain
When we're all just a part of the same food chain
So the Tempinis tree sought levity
Its seeds and fruits cheered up the monkey
Everyone fought disgracefully
In front of the whole worldwide web
A witness to our comedy
Such a comedy
We're so confused, no one leaves any clues
It's still the same, what have we got to lose?
If it improves but it never improves
Now they've managed to diffuse all our abuses out of the news
Can we ever embrace our love for our birthplace?
It's been debased into a suitcase
And chucked out into some alleyway of disgrace
If we hate our own kind, then we might as well erase
All memory trace
No wonder I feel so out of place
In this rat race lost in a maze like shoes with no laces
Wrong databases
Our mirrors are faceless
When I know I'm naked I make no apologies
For being shameless
Then someone hands me a handshake, tells me it's too late
Here comes the earthquake
With no emergency brakes for our mistakes
There'll be outtakes for our keepsakes
Stored up for our reckoning
Where we're headed now we don't need anything
For life is a fragile thing
It hangs like a leaf up on the wing
Once in a while on an upswing,
We hit upon a wellspring
And our mortal coil goes off a-shuffling
What a beautiful thing!
What a beautiful thing!
This life brings
This life brings
This life brings