I used to dream when I was young
But now I don't feel a thing
Cortisol is overloaded
The rich don't care to think
Our love our home our ocotpus
Our vision of the sun
The woman is the whipping boy
And the witch is stoned to d**h
Feel the sun lord
See him dying lord
Free food incubation floating in a womb of love
Shot out in exaltation catapulted in direction of
The suit the noose a**ubmled by the goon
Nature feeds the savagery
And the human moulds the brute
Feel the sun see him dying
Fear the sun see him dying
"That's one small step for man
One giant leap back to the drawing board"
Feel the sun see him dying
Fear the sun see him dying
Feel the sun see him dying
Fear the sun see him dying