We ascended in multitudes
And inherited the earth
We were given everything
Except the ability to choose
All my recitations
And all my hesitation
To wax and wane poetic
About the state of everything
This world is on fire
And I am just a man
Who sees in a 10-foot radius at max
How I’d like to just sit here and make music forever
Consumed with the creative cause
But that cause is not useful to anyone but me
Plain and simple, this I see
So we’re told we should aim up
Or we will bring it down
The rest of the world connected
One bad actor can chain react, and it can be you
Have we gone too far?
Have we made our comfort too normal?
Is this the last straw?
Think of the mess that we all make
All my recitations
And all my hesitation
To wax and wane poetic
About the state of everything
This world is on fire
And I am just a man
Who sees in a 10-foot radius at max
How I’d like to just sit here and make music forever
Consumed with the creative cause
But that cause isn't useful to anyone but me
Plain and simple, this I see
Plain and simple, this I see
This I see
