we know more, but understand less
information overload burns us out, desensitizes us.

the grass is green yet feel so fearsome
we never forget our loneliness, forever it pierce in

and as the clock ticks, approaching the end
the little mice, blinded, the little mice ran.

you forget the revolutions, forget the emotions
wonder what it's like to take a stand.. fight for your soul and
they will not take my spirit, will not bind me to chains
i am the abel, and we are the cain