When I look into that round ball
I see waters that are tainted in molded blood
Land destroyed by the masses,
And organisms separated by land
Has religion become temples of lost treasure?
Has skin become a totem pole of judgment?
Has weapons become a mandatory tool of retaliation?
And the waters continue to move
Some still and some violent
When it twists, it creates havoc
Is that the only time I can come together with someone?
Tragedy bringing hearts together like magnets?
Smiles create envy, but it should create excitement
The roots of greed running the world
The masks of human skin dancing with lust
The fearful hiding in sloth
The gluttony in sadism
The pride in ignorance
And the wrath of humanity
We suffer greatly because of everyone
We have contributed to the destruction of this world
We are the true demons.