Perfection

Lyrics

The brain tends to divide Between what's yours and what is mine What it believes to be wrong and right The brain does not seem to know That we all share the same home And existence is a fact, it's not a right The land is the land The sky is the sky The water belongs to all of us And I can find no reason to mutilate our mother With fences and borders And obsessive thinking of proving our individuality Yeah So what can you do when your fellow man Criminalizes your plans for getting by And the presence of your body Means you've acted Irresponsibly? You've failed to be born before all the world was taken Yeah And you've got nowhere to call home On a globe twenty-two thousand miles around And gravity breeds illegality 'Cause it'll always bring you down On somebody else's piece of ground The brain seems to think, with enough manipulation The brain could be master of the sea, the land, the skies The poor little brain could not seem to realize That no measure of intelligence could ever improve upon perfection The land is the land The sky is the sky The water belongs to all of us And I can find no reason to mutilate our mother With fences and borders And obsessive thinking of proving our individuality Yeah Put a man on the moon, but that won't save us When the ground's too poisoned And there ain't water enough left to grow our food And liposuction and transplanted hair will keep us sexy As we slowly die from poison in the air that we breathe Yeah We can build a town in half a day Blow each other all away Go home later on that day Watch it all on the evening news Despite our age of information Won't help us without wisdom And all our ingenuity has only brought us to the brink of annihilation Annihilation Technology cannot replace responsibility And fifty-five don't justify our own poisoning And progress seems like backwards lies 'Cause we all started off with paradise So leave your mark on our world by leaving no mark at all Maybe it's security Maybe it's simple ambition Maybe it's insanity Maybe it's just good old tradition