A padded path and a padded cell.
Are our children on the way to hell...
Off we send them out to war,
Ill prepared or not we send them out to war...
The beats so alive
Her mind found no rest...
Miss Mossy always wanted
to mow the mess beneath...
The world is shaded in black and white
with little or less courage we fight for our...
We people build walls,
each around their continent...
We erect the world
it collapse then erect it...
Duty get's things done
for the good of all even...
There're no dosages -
that are given in freedom...
I blissfully reach blooming springs
count ahead of me, wistfully singing melodies...
Safe in their ignorance they go on.
Never challenging their ghetto state of mind...
He lies when he speaks,
even if he's just joking...