Out on the horizon, a drifter is wandering
His features express hardship
Countless times we've walked that place
And never seen a human being
We frighten him away, without getting close
Just aching for an organic trophy
As soon as we creep into his miserable life
What's relevant is how much we're raking in
Daily we go nowhere
Right when we should rattle this nagging pain
That grows inside, and sorely locks us out
We must spirit him away
To a remote site where he
Cannot be at peace forevermore
Cannot be at peace forevermore
A matter of being we never absorbed
Lucidity becomes pure utopia
A requiem, for the fortunate ones
The few living in cornucopia
Weighed down by odious futility
The fathers of hypocrisy
Stave off the cowardice
Bulk up the fools
We're heirs of a dictatorship
Daily we go nowhere
Right when we should rattle this nagging pain
That grows inside, and sorely locks us out
We must spirit him away
To a remote site where he
Cannot be at peace forevermore
Cannot be at peace forevermore
Witnessing such extreme violence
Is that the way a human behaves?
The discarded cannot stand anymore
Dropped in the wind
Are you satisfied?