There is no such thing as a healthy middle
Greed often pushes you over the edge
Power brings you closer to slavery than freedom
It seems like there's no escape to the cycle
Only moving forwards at an alarming speed
It feels like there's always a race to win
How long before jealousy takes their soul once more, trapping us in a vicious cycle
No matter where you stand, you're a slave
To the endless cycle of peace and war
A cycle of needs and wants blended together
A blind man will never tell them apart
There's a ceasefire, there's a silence
A moment of reconciliation
The flaws are momentarily invisible
It seems almost too good to be true
No matter where you stand, you're a slave
To the endless cycle of peace and war
A cycle of needs and wants blended together
A blind man will never tell them apart
No matter where you stand, you're a slave
To the endless cycle of peace and war
A cycle of needs and wants blended together
A blind man will never tell them apart