I feel so damn tethered, what happened to the ideologies of two birds of one feather?
If we don't hold it together we'll turn into Icarus and fly too close to the sun.
And how can we say that, this world that we occupy really is not flat, because it feels as if though the arrogance is building and the ignorance, the ignorance, the ignorance has won.

The ignorance has won
The smoking chamber of the gun, is shaking and trembling inside of our hands, and we are the ones we are the ones
The ignorance has won
The smoking chamber of the gun, is shaking and trembling inside of our hands, and we are the ones we are the ones

these hands are not clean, these hands are not clean

Look at those stars in the skies, are they satellites, or space trash, are we going to die?
Are the skies really that hazy, or is that just the chem-trails, of all of those dastardly planes that fly by, who spray pesticides on our food, try to control the bugs and kill them off, because they won't do.
But because of your manicured, selfish ways you're throwing the world out of whack, and all I can say is there's not much we can do.

The ignorance has won
The smoking chamber of the gun, is shaking and trembling inside of our hands, and we are the ones we are the ones
The ignorance has won
The smoking chamber of the gun, is shaking and trembling inside of our hands, and we are the ones we are the ones

these hands are not clean, these hands are not clean

Take a look at these tree's.
Now, take a second to a second to acknowledge the air that we breathe.
Without these things we'd be dead and so would the world that existed before all the deathly machines.
I have a child now, and she me makes damn happy, and I'm glad to say that I'm proud, but behind the shroud we'll surely drown, we're all suffocated, we'll die, but this is something I must teach her and so I'll give this a try (and tell her that)

The ignorance has won
The smoking chamber of the gun, is shaking and trembling inside of our hands, and we are the ones we are the ones
The ignorance has won
The smoking chamber of the gun, is shaking and trembling inside of our hands, and we are the ones we are the ones

these hands are not clean, these hands are not clean