The prophecy of profit made by the prophets of the survival of the fit-test
Was never meant to be challenged by equal-net principle movement of the Desteni of man
But as we see and will continue to see there is no hope left
And no right that will right the wrongs of today's capitol
That has been left to infiltrate and intoxicate the hearts and minds of all
Only a BIG answer will provide a big solution for this immense problem we face
This endless rat race escalating at an immense pace
Surely leading to a no good situation for the majority
Do you see what I see?
It's the polluted sea, the dying bee, and the falling ancient trees of the forests of the world
Are we the man who sold the world, Kurt?
I know seeing this hurts... But drugs are no solution
Just a momentarily escape that will leave more in confusion
And leave you lifeless like a forestless ape
You get me?
Hey Mr Prophet (profit)
What are you profiting about this time?
I see no sign of you ever doing something for Life
Why this pursuit of economic growth?
Why this profit paranoia?
Why all this irrational thinking that has only created problems and solved none?
What kind of fun can a man have when his brotherman is bound by the not haves?
Profit and poverty are two sides of the same coin - I tell you!
To end one is to extinguish the other
And all that we will be left with will be true love for one another
Giving as we would like to receive
No more reasons to each other deceive