In a complex of intricate proportions
The screams of the innocent are heard
The hope given by life is unequal
To the grotesque damage experienced
We've a birth explosion among the orphans
And like sheep we are members of a herd
In this ugly, clean technological cathedral
Heavy industrial fumes make us delirious
We've destroyed nature
Killed it for pleasure
We needed to kill the wild
For the sanity of our tribe
Machinations and dysfunction
And industrial existence
Becomes a dungeon
As our world dies, by our hand
Kindness becomes an extreme measure
Consumed by the dreams of wealth
We sacrifice our health for treasures
We long to be famous
But it will never be our hour
We can't see the danger
As our dignity escapes
Our hopes dies too
We live within a matrix
A maze of control by those
Who refuse to share their power
The world we love is surreal
Prisoners in an electric cage
Mistaking love for rage
We become content
With pretense, a masquerade
A disguise, a living lie
Than to ever be real
