[Verse 1: Ron Underwood]
Everything's connected-
The cell, the sun in the sky…
I don't know why we s** up everything and still we're born to die
[Chorus: Ron Underwood]
We seem to have benevolence of a saint
But our intentions are quite plain:
We only think about ourselves, so this is how it will remain
[Verse 2: Ron Underwood]
Yesterday I looked into my hands and wondered why
I only give what I excrete;
But to whom do I apologize?
And then I realized there's only one big world to fix, but
Sometimes, the smallest numbers
Scare the Hell out of me
[Pre-Chorus: Ron Underwood]
If they made a bandage large enough
It might conceal the pain
While our children's cancer from the sun is washed with acid rain
[Chorus: Ron Underwood]
[Verse 3: Ron Underwood]
So
Now you know what we are
Now you know what you are
You'll never die
We are not invincible-not indestructible
We cannot appraise ourselves if everything is so mundane
We are not invincible-not indestructible
We cannot appraise ourselves if everything is so mundane
We are not invincible-not indestructible
Destructible
Destructible
Destructible
Destructible
[Pre-Chorus + Chorus]