i see the mud in the people, the dirt in all of us
software with bugs, robot carcasses
when they come they re big, they search for an update
so they can separate the fear from the hate
and part of the problem: there s no one smarter
you point them out, you shame them
you shand down when you fall, you drown in sorrows
don't leave on tomorrow what you can do today
life s funny, I'm not pretentious
but each day is another blow
and our choices keep me awake
that s why tomorrow doesn't cut me any slack
from where we came and where we got
i didn't succeed to get an answer
however much i have is never enough
our purpose is hidden from me
Chorus:
mirrors that tell stories like a painting
i think that tomorrow is going to be worse
you ve build walls around you
from the two-legged walk to reaching the moon
we did small steps but we're left behind
we did big steps but we left the flock
and steps back that kill our hope
cuz we make big steps for the human race
but too small for humanity
the progress looks good on paper
when you measure progress in technology
i talk with people from all over the world
but i don t say to neighbors from block
I'm lucky for the wings, i don t fly at all
there is so much pride to keep me down
from where we came and where we got
i didn't succeed to get an answer
however much i have is never enough
our purpose is hidden from me
Chorus:
mirrors that tell stories like a painting
i think that tomorrow is going to be worse
you ve build walls around you
to understand life we rewrote the genome
but we didn t succeed to understand human
that s why within all in this society
that is full of depressed primates
the yesterdays' monkey became a dog today
in the iron jungle fights for bread
when he beats the coin with coin
we build rockets we want another planet
we traded green trees for gray block
and the blue sky for red cars
and we stole the stars from the kids
from cities and suburbs
from where we came and where we got
i didnt succeed to get an answer
however much i have is never enough
our purpose is hidden from me
Chorus:
mirrors that tell stories like a painting
i think that tomorrow is going to be worse
you ve build walls around you