They give intricate lust.
|And we tire of the unjust,
Separate beasts from one man,
This thought lost in the sand.

They keep us from keeping a grip on our feelings,
These lies that we find are the drugs they are dealing,
Just set up the next one to keep us from healing,
Wounds we cannot feel.

And what if this notion, could halt the commotion?
From ocean to ocean, We simply succumb to erosion,
Made from seared tongues, and this deaf, dumb devotion,
'Till we defeat our very sons.

Don't let greed and hatred, blind what is sacred,
The acreage we make red, as we pursue this bloodshed,
A bloodlust so ardent, We will never halt the spread,
Until every word and soul is dead.

Now simply give us love,
And we'll never have enough,
The world of worlds we will give,
Until we simply live.