I'm the cold one, seemingly the enlightened one
You don't see me screaming, the frightened one
Everybody's rooted therapy, I'll be your stupid therapy
All these illusions we've created in this life
Just to Survive in this World
I'm the bold one dreaming up irresponsible fun
You don't see me healing the forgotten ones
Everybody's useless majesty, Everybody refuse this reality
Is this the consciousness you've come to delight in?
Just to Survive in this world

And you sit at home eating McDonalds
You watch the TV gleam
This maze of websites has you brainwashed
it's so fascinating
You don't see the sun much, see your kids much,
you have to pay for these things,
to keep up with the Jones', make them jealous
make you feel so supreme

Why are you an artist, why are you a seer,
waiting tables in a daze?
Why are you a dancer, why are you a healer,
pushing pencils for corporate praise?
Why do you ache for harmony in your prison,
freedom from your cage?
Why not lose your laptop, throw away your apron?
There are better ways to Survive in this world

Meanwhile our water is dirty, our kids shoot each other
and we can't breathe the air
There's no place to move, no space to use
We reproduce as if we're unaware
that our fuel supply is almost blown
The hole in the ozone has grown
Our oil spills make the dolphins drown
There's too much trash to put in the ground
And you look away and turn off the news
You can't be responsible for what you do
It's all for the quality of life you choose,
but when you've lost that right what will you do?
What will you do?
How will you choose to Survive in this world?