If we get our shanty panties all worked up in a bunch
Worried about our schools and what they offer for lunch
Reading about history and its tendency to repeat
Believing our wills are free when they seem obsolete
Terrified of aging sickness terrorism and death
Plugging our ears with fingers while holding our breath
Blind to the wild spreading virus of self-righteousness
Gradually infecting our ears eyes hearts what a mess
Creeping like cataracts clouding each other's vision
Clawing through the crowd with surgical precision
Increasingly resistant to our rivals' antibiotics
Dampening the ecology's immune system after all
We're in this ship together this vessel this planet
Spiraling across the inky depths of the river Styx
If we don't soon reach out to protect our enemies
We are doomed to eventually turn on ourselves
It's too late for us to wake up we must be reborn
Clean to a new slate so clear off your marble altars
And carve out your beating hearts as an offering
Before they take root as the ugly tumors of the ego
Breeding anxiety suspicion foreboding and dread
All branching out symptoms of the cancer of fear
We culture and distill in the wine press of our head
While we're pointing our fingers at the opposite side
Blaming the other guy for having corrupted this ride
When really we've all each committed our part
In sanctifying the malignancy spreading about
So ask yourselves are we capable of standing tall
Staring at our adversaries all directly in the face
And forgive them to make this world a better place
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