Walking in circles, never ending
This world is so messed up, crazy
Surely a disasters impending
But everything I see is hazy
According to you everything’s perfect
You walk forward, don’t look, never stopping
Never seeing and never do you suspect
Out of sanity, this world is dropping
Listen, the children are singing
Of this worlds loss, sorrow, pain
You are deaf to their voices, over the ringing
But watch them stand tall, in this deathly rain
This sinister cycle must end soon
Before this sun sets over the sea
Before the night marked by the rising moon
End this cycle and set the oppressed free
But to do that you must listen
Listen to the caged and listen to me
To make this hazy world glisten
You must see this world as it should be.
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