THIS MATERIAL WORLD

Too many people living on borrowed time
Too many worry about nothing all the time
Too many angels crying with broken wings
Too many people with too much of anything

This material world
Is grinding towards an end
We poison our water
We turn our heads and pretend
This material world
Is spinning way outta control
It’s almost too late to cry
Before we all fall into the hole

Too many people chasing foolish dreams
Too many targets and not enough glycerin
Too many racing around at a crazy pace
Too many lines cover the weary face

We’re searching the universe
For somewhere else to live
We fill the sky with our junk in space
We kill the ones we are with
We fight for religion we destroy all that we achieve
We hide the truth for ourselves and mock the people who…
Give!