Designed for disaster,
betrayed with a kiss,
one bite from an apple and we cease to exist.

Is anyone listening?
Are we lost on our journey?
In our fancy fears are we yearning for glory?

How shall we know if your life is of merit?
What shall we know of these ruins we inherit?

From prejudice comes the prisons we share,
built with the drugs and the violence of those for whom we care.
We're all come of the same, but we act if its fair,
that another one's life is none others' care.