Everything's connected- The cell, the sun in the sky… I don't know why we suck up everything and still we're born to die
We seem to have benevolence of a saint But our intentions are quite plain: We only think about ourselves, so this is how it will remain
Yesterday I looked into my hands and wondered why I only give what I excrete; But to whom do I apologize? And then I realized there's only one big world to fix, but Sometimes, the smallest numbers Scare the hell out of me
If they made a bandage large enough It might conceal the pain While our children's cancer from the sun is washed with acid rain We seem to have benevolence of a saint But our intentions are quite plain: We only think about ourselves, so this is how it will remain
So… Now you know what we are Now you know what you are You'll never die We are not invincible-not indestructible We cannot appraise ourselves if everything is so mundane We are not invincible-not indestructible We cannot appraise ourselves if everything is so mundane We are not invincible-not indestructible Destructible, destructible, destructible, destructible
If they made a bandage large enough It might conceal the pain While our children's cancer from the sun is washed with acid rain We seem to have benevolence of a saint But our intentions are quite plain: We only think about ourselves, so this is how it will remainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
