Looking down from the stars up above
We look like a farm full of ants on the run
Moving here and there at a frantic pace
Not a one of us projected to win this race

You would think we would think after awhile
This nonsense of happenstance is wearing us down
Constant chaos in and out of our ranks
As we take the bait on who next to hate

Not a one of us here seems to care
As we hither and thither in this heated affair
Every last one like ants on the run
As seen looking down from the stars up above