I see this world full of filth and of hate.
That's diluted with pictures of **** and bad taste.
Where *** of all kinds is one click away;
and I wonder just why my soul starts to ache.

This is a world that's been all mans to make,
who've reduced all it's colors and hues to dull gray.
Made ***** by hands and thoughts gone astray;
Whose pitiful dreams are turned nightmare by day.

This worlds made of asphalt, the trees not quite green.
Where the grass in the cracks is considered a ****.
Our ozone alerts are a new holiday,
displayed on our signs and the news of the day.

With all gods creatures turned scavenger now,
to pick through the trash and rummage around.
To beg for the food that has fell from our mouths,
and not all of them use all fours to get 'round.

Oh, how we get up and go through the day,
how we go through the motions and hide all the pain.
He we go to our gyms, and we all run in place;
how we wonder just why do our souls always ache.