[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]