Verse 1

Ten thousand sunrises,  
ten thousand set.  
Yin balances yang  
in a paradox combined  
with perceptive intent.  
 
Might have hardened up a bit  
and stopped crying,  
but I still can't grow  
accustom to watching  
the children dying.
 
I tried to open my eyes and make sense of this reality,
But instead I opened my mind and let go of gravity.
Saw a picture of time, I saw this insanity,  
that says we have to kill each other so we can live lavishly.
Or maybe it's just so we can feel security.
 
What will it take for us to all feel safe?  
Armoured cars and army trucks patrolling suburban streets?
In a world where we're taught war is peace,
So we have to drop bombs on kids in the Middle East.
Spreading democracy while brandishing the mark of the beast,
Systematically installing an agenda of chaos thought
Up by the Marxist Elite.
 
Will the human race rise to its feet?
Or will it die and decay under the weight of lies and deceit?
Will we hand back our receipts for our hearts and live out  
ourDays as dead freaks in the dark?
Or will we rise, make our mark, break out of the mind prison Of self imposed bars then fill to the brim our half empty glass?