Trading Past for Pathways

In the name of fear, let’s wage war upon ourselves.
Schizophrenic, we see ourselves as separate.
In the name of fear, let’s wage war upon ourselves.
Xenophobic, a rainbow family under a banner of hate.
Severed from spirit by the capitalist beast.
Psychotic primates disfigured by greed.
Yet hope lays inside, but are you willing to see?
I see the light of a new day falling on the horizon, Yet if we don’t open our
eyes, The morning rays will illuminate, Nothing but a corpse of this forgotten
world.
So wake up!
Children of Earth, we are one and the same.
So wake up!
Separate droplets in a boundless ocean.
Two sides of the same coin.
Proclamations of veracity from either side, Fear tactics & blatant lies.
A world gone mad, Humanity traded for a label.
Diversity reduced to ticked boxes.
I see the light of a new day falling on the horizon, Yet if we don’t open our
eyes, The morning rays will illuminate, Nothing but a corpse of this forgotten
world.
These currents threaten to drown us in ash.
Is this a story of hope or the chronicles of our descent?
I will no longer be a slave to this machine.
I’m trading past for pathways.