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Climbing on a mountain
Floating out on the sea
Far from lights of a city
The elements they speak to me
Whispering that life
Existed long before breed
Balancing the world
On its knee
Donīt see some men as 1/2 empty
See them 1/2 full of shit
Thinking that weīre all but slaves
Thereīs ainīt gonna be
No middle anymore
Itīs been said before
The haves be having more
Yet still bored
Wonīt someone save?
Wonīt someone save
The world?