Climbing on the mountain, floating out on the sea far from lights of a city, the elements they speak to me whispering that life, existed long before greed and balancing the world on its knee
don't see some men as half empty, see them half full of shit thinking that we're all but slaves there ain't gonna be no middle anymore, it's been said before the haves be having more, yet still bored
won't someone save? won't someone save the world? won't... won't... ...
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