We don't sniff thinner to clean our noses.
And we don't swallow valium because they taste good.
And we don't take injections to test the needles.
And we don't drink whisky to clean our blood vessels.
Because we don't choose the fear of losing our jobs.
Or the fear to be forced away from where we grew up.
Or the anxiety which squeezes when one lives in concrete.
And may go and count the hours because the day is so long.
And we don't choose voluntarily that from the cradle to our grave,
we become egged on in profitability's name towards new demands.
Of prosperity's luxury and the riches of beauty, power, and property.
And still not drug away our inadequacy.
Yes, they want that we should be like donkeys that are pulled forward,
and dragged along to reach a carrot in a hand.
Because when the love of dead things becomes larger than to life,
safety may also get an overpriced raise.
So some abuse people like another alcohol
But the human's drinking doesn't know boundaries for what he can tolerate
And still he has stomach enough to scream high in the sky
when he sees how the victims of his drug abuse sink down in the sand