Casper Myers

Mr. Hawking posed the question
Could we last another century?
Little me’s got one suggestion
Just put an end to fury
Stop everything.

Yes that’s the answer, we must change
Look back in time, it’s all the rage
Think of how we left the ocean
Of how we freed the slaves
Everything changes

But you, you’re all the same
Just a pile of flesh and bone
Blindly rushing, without aims
To a pile of flesh and bone

Getting too attached

And I see the answers clear
The answer’s we must change
Yes, you’re part of the problem
If you play society’s game

Everything’s so black and white
We deny and think we’ve come so
Far from Nazis, far from Huns
But look around, still holding guns–
Think we’re smarter, think we’re safer
When we could blow worlds away for
For nothing but a piece of paper
And one field of oil?

Jackass in the hotseat, joker
Guess who put him there?
Nevermind I see that you’re
More worried about your hair.

Oh yes! we’re all the same
Just a pile of flesh and bone
Blindly rushing, without aims,
To a pile of flesh and bone

Getting too attached

And I see the answer here
The answer’s we must change
Yes, you’re part of the problem
If you play society’s game.

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