Machines are on the rise, they're closing in. It's getting dangerous. Don't just sit there, I think you run too slow. I could be your ghost, I can run from you too.
If there were no instruments. No verse or chorus sung. Our hearts still would resonate. With flowing rhythms. Can you hear? I can hear it now. . Our bodies sing in silent melody.
This one thing's for certain. We all need change. We wrap ourselves in blankets. To stay warm. . Well, it's still stinging. I can't feel my toes. Growing numb, I've come undone.
Children in the street. Children in the street. . There's more than enough to feed this world. We close our eyes and choke on opulence. . Climb the hill of suffering.
I'll make a sound you can remember. It's not like it's gonna matter anyway. All the things you say are filtered. And weighed by your ghost. And you'll see what happens next year.