Close is the end
While the tribes skirmish
For a piece of turf
Governments ally for another blow
Human flesh is worth less than nothing
And slowly our better judgment rots away
Slowly our better selves fade away
Unwilling, unwanted, primal
Keep it together
Keep it all sane
Legate your children the will to change
For the ascension of mankind
Brewing is the revolt of the silent and the weak
Of the penniless and the ever penitent
Human race simplest cells. Are the unforgiven
The less fortunate and exploited sons of misery
Blind kingdoms of technology snuff us out of reaction
To go on suffering in obscurity deprived of soulful connections
Keep it together
Keep it all sane
Legate your children the will to change