Way up there we’re simple and small
Down here [bad word] and tall
Belief is it all
What’s right to one is wrong
So I’ll agree to get along
Before we’re all gone

Everyone’s so blind
No one seems to mind
Nothing but time
Living in a micro space
Traveling at a hectic pace
There’s really no race

People die of hunger
but no one seems to wonder
what happens to them
the world says get tougher
well no one chooses to suffer
something’s not right

Everyone’s so blind
No one seems to mind
Nothing but time Living in a micro space
Traveling at a hectic pace
There’s really no race

It’s time that we stood up
And got rid of the [bad word] Because we’ve had enough
They’ve turned us against each other
Everyone’s scared of their brother
They disguised the fact that we are all one and that

No one has to be blind
And everyone should mind
It’s the perfect time
We’re living in a macro space
We’re traveling at a peaceful pace
The illusion was the race