Be quiet, shut your mouth, shut about everything of which you're proud. Just swallow and digest, time will do the rest. No room for play, not even on your birthday. Moulding us like clay, is this the only

Another day to go to work Another day of doing things I'd rather not Another day where time flies faster than the speed of light Another day of losing the fight I want to be here! And steem the world Creating

This Chord This chord of life It binds us all together This agreement between people It never lasts forever Opinions clash Cause people grow It is the only way And so many know But so few act And threat

A place my mind can see A place I want to be A deep belief In what you can achieve Break the biological fear To suddenly disappear And to become something more Than evolutions' whore It fades away If you

Earth, Creation’s main stage, Will become another dead rock in space, If this way of life is continued by the human race. Our history in a nutshell: ‘Humanity helps Gaia to hell!’ Results are very clear,