| I have been born in the age of thoughtlessness | |
| And I too commit the crime of living in this world | |
| Considering all to be mine | |
| The earth the air the sun the trees | |
| Like a body all work in perfect harmony | |
| Will we fit into the system or create the disease? | |
| Our greatest wealth it has been lost | |
| I'd like to get it back at any cost | |
| We dare live in this world without appreciation | |
| Appreciate it's getting late | |
| We've sealed our fate with all the damage that has been done | |
| So much destruction so a few can have some fun | |
| I contemplate and I dedicate | |
| To getting myself out of this pathetic state | |
| Of living without giving in a world | |
| Where we've forsed to become so numb | |
| And despite all say I get carried away | |
| I took for granted it's easier not to think than to appreciate | |
| And my cultures disease has got the best of me | |
| And now I pray that it's not too late |