Do good and good things will come
Who made such fabrications?
Nations are not built on causation
Those at the top see no effect
Treating currency as friends because of no affection
Frustration builds and liberation kills
All we know how to do is 180 rotations
As our hope gives way to aggravation
Our names will never be remembered
As we break like dolls from an altercation
Isolation grows, burning like insolation
On a road of trampled corpses
Will we finally learn the simplest lessons?