whoever said the means are worth the end-
must have been a child who didn't know how means these ends would be
we pay people to build us bigger homes
to fit all our plastic electronic belongings
the five digits on our hand grow soft and pretty
as our income passes five digits on line 150
something's incoming alright
something's incoming
we watch the news to feel good about our own pathetic plight
before we turn out our brain along with the light
the news is old, the old is new
listen to my thoughts talking to you
we recycle everyday
cycling yesterday through to today
looking for reasons to forget
and reasons to pray
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