I don't know much
but what I see is
a dying world from too much greed
are we part of it which eats itself
or just some fools up on the shelf
far away and back again
it all looks the same
like holy land
Like Narcissist we have become
can't see the moon
can't see the sun
the lake is looking into our eyes
to groom itself before it dies
I don't know much but what I see
Is a fear of god
that’s killing thee
lift us up
tear us down
laying face up on the ground
dust and cracked earth
wind and smoke
the empires mechanisms broke
Like Narcissist we've become
can't see the moon
or fee the sun
the lake's looking into our eyes
to groom itself before it dies
I don't see much
but what I do
makes me wonder if the words are true
from all the books on faith and stuff
If we can't get along
just a few of us
Far away and back again
It all looks the same
It's sacred land
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