This weight on my back, this stack of never-ending lack of respect

Our derilect state of seemingly heretical ways of living

is giving me a feeling that what’s wrong aint our stealing

It’s our being so neeglectful to our world as a whole

As our death toll rises in wars, our prices are rising in stores

Our economy’s shit, our social scene thinks its the shit

I don’t get what’s to fucking special about the way we run our society

I try to understand but the social piety of our world entirely dis-inspires me

This weight on my shoulders only grows as I get older

And it’s taking me down

We best turn our shit around

Stand our ground until we can live in peace as one

Then this world war will be won

It’s not a war on terror, its a fuckin’ war of society

That’s what’s driving up down

And the day that we see this is the day we can recover

The day we can be free to live ans we want

Without any fear