See the destruction in the world, you see it every day.
A child born, a mother lost - both we could have saved.
In the end it's not our fight to fight what for is right.
The only thing I care about is my life.

I'm angry for the minute but it's hard when I'm so jaded.
I can't help the fact I'm so easily placated. That's the world.
World of injustice and distractions.
There's so much to love and hate.
World of thoughts with no actions.
And don't we feel great?

Show me war or genocide, I'll be honestly distraught.
Partly at myself, for the last time I forgot.
But I'll recall that I can't change a damn thing on this earth
And empathy is futile in its worth.

I'm angry for the minute but it's hard when I'm so jaded.
I can't help the fact I'm so easily placated. That's the world.
World of injustice and distractions.
There's so much to love and hate.
World of thoughts with no actions.
And don't we feel great?

I'm not saying that there's a conspiracy.
Soma isn't making us happy.
Tv, radio and internet are innocent.
It's human nature to invent.
But there's a trap in these black mirrors.
We're paralysed when they are near us.
They distract us from the real world.
In our blankets we stay curled.

There's always something – to distract us.
Always a pea – in our mattress.
Unless someone – nuke attacked us,
We'd be blind to – global factors.
So raise your head; leave your bed
Think about the things you've read.
Raise your head; pull the thread.
Think about the world instead.

World of injustice and distractions.
There's so much to love and hate.
World of thoughts with no actions.
And don't we feel
Don't we feel
Don't we feel
Don't we feel great?