The world is grey now, I see through broken eyes. Mislead and misunderstood in the end, I don't cry.
I see the injustice, as I walk through the concrete jungle. Poor man suffers while rich man prospers, reaps the reward of a rich uncle.
The world is crying, and I can hear them all. Their cries for justice and a land without corruptness, pierce my ears.
Storm clouds clutter my thoughts, lightning strikes my unlit brain, now it sits, aflame, electricity courses through the tunnels. I feel the charge, I shake the strife, I feel the life, I feel the need, to save the world.