Maybe I see things A little differently, But I feel that we're Not living as we ought to be; Teens wanting to starve themselves To look beautiful, Accepting anorexia Because television tells them to; While at the same time Entire continents starve, As others eat too much And have problems with their hearts. I mean, don't we all Bleed the same blood? Things need to change; but for now, Things don't add up.
Still, things seem different From what I was promised as a kid; Not once did I think We'd let some die and let some live; Or that the police Could not be trusted; They oppress the poorest And call it justice; And the politicians That we vote for Dine with arms dealers Then send the youth to war. Do they really Represent us? It's clear to me Things don't add up.
And all these differences Only ever lead to hate, From sub-cultures To even nations and race; We're all made of The same genetic make up; So why are men more equal Than the women that make us? We've been to the moon, But on earth we need to change, Before we divide too much And are all left estranged. Maths is man-made; So if things don't add up, We must make them, Because enough is enough.