I guess it's always been around, this how???? would be found
We are somehow "Chosen"
Seems it's always been the same
I mean you got to blame something to which we're are beholden
And deep inside this can of worms
You'll find the entrance to the sewer
With extreme religious fervor
That's where they fall upon the souls
They sing praises to the lord
In search of paradise forever
You only got to look around
As you move over poisoned ground
To see the wave of???? blowing
Ain't nothing special about our lives
But let the children be advised
They control where they're going
Ain't nobody looking down
No one gazes to the ground
Better get used to this idea
There's no pointing, looking up
The empty spaces give a damn
We are on our own down here
Yes we are