Because the naked sun showers on the closed window
I have reached the end
Or lived to tell the tale of death
I wish I was dead, I am losing breath though

We, the people, bear a violent urge
To protest in our sleep
Our planet lives off the work of men
God needs to hear us all speak, I imagine him as a teen with headphones

The Earth can soak me up
To dry and cleanse it
We have to wrench the fabric of time, after all
The blood shed will haunt us, not as memorable as dogs in tutus

If a single life is wasted
Don't waste a breath on a new leaf or money on trees
So, how will our planet ever live?
I hope we have slavery next, that should last us a few more centuries

Never bare your soul
You are always part of the picture?
Black lives matter?
Honestly, who hasn't heard it before, except millions who should stop