We have to make a living do we have to make a killing
We don't think of what we're doing in this one life that we live
It can't be lived in fear we're not means to an end
Let's just be present now amongst our dozen friends
We might never get what we need from these polluted streams
And if we don't become our dreams well then, what, then?
In this struggle we are free others are watching
It's the cult of you and me in a world of feeling machines