Why is life so circumstantial?
One giant game of luck
Why does status depend on financial?
Why must girls get paid to fuck?
It isn't fair it isn't right
Good people not getting enough pay
The chains they've wrapped us in so tight
People we love not giving us the time of day
Our world is slowly scorching, burning
And has been for a long time
Slowly but surely we are turning
Words without reason or even rhyme
We won't be here much longer
If we continue the way we are
We aren't getting much stronger
We'll be cooked by the giant star
And everything that we have made
Will just cease to matter
Love and hope will surely fade
What once was in tatters.