We grow up in light-storms
live behind societal prison-bars
Fist in the air, high on prosperity
If someone comes from on top, then jump to our feet
We got Problems, giant-sized
It's Fear that drives us to the first blow
Conscience fades if self-applied
Well that's how we get to protecting in groups
What's mine, I won't hand over
Though I have much, I still want more
Always when the rain fall
In my world
I climb over heaven's tent
out of my world
Elbows fully retracted
but if it leads to the goal, then it's ok
One's own tears are the most beautiful
That's what every little kid learns
What's mine, I won't hand over
Though I have much, I still want more
Always when the rain fall
In my world
I climb over heaven's tent
out of my world
I look from above and count to one
See humanity and count to one
See the earth and count to one
Search for my problem and count none