You may feel as if you are the weight of dust, You are much more than you think, The words you say, The actions you take, Will make a difference, In a way you will never know.
Man is the spider and the fly, Caught in a world wide web. Human nature is a toxic rain, Filling invisible clouds with data. One day we will eat each other, As we drink our poisoned air.
No matter how hard you try No matter the path you choose A certain course you will not find, Through the uncertain maze of life You will rarely end up where you plan You will be bruised and knocked off track You will walk unguided along blind alleyways And come to fear that you are lost. Somehow though, the wrong roads That drain the heart of hope The winding paths that seem to end In failures that feel as final as death They are the teacher to a man The lesson that he must learn Those twists that seem to have no sense They are what make us in the end.
We drain our resources Our parasitic consumption Vampirism of everything Scarring the skin of a planet Tiny gluttonous apes In the comfort of false prophets And of an emperor’s clothes Painting the brushstrokes of hell Upon the face of the Earth.