Besedila: Cress. Monuments. Progress.

you sit in your house and you stare at the screen, wasting away do you know what i mean, as they rip down the trees and tear up the earth, don't they know how much she is worth, your materialist dream, well it ain't worth a lot, when the earth is a dream and mankind is forgot, show them the courage of your moral worth, get out now and fight for the eart, so i sit here in my chair staring at the screen acting out my phantasy by living in a dream, political message while the white wash dries, the government has the answers, but the government never lies, you fill your life with tv, don't see the world outside and you don't even realize you have been taken for a ride, see they cover up the truth with fiction not fact, if you don't know reality how can you react, our voice is as a whisper in these dark times, falling on deafened ears, lost in our ignorance, fear surrounds us on all sides, as we hear of the darkness to come, but we hide ourselves from the pleadings of the millions, the earth our mother dies, without her we will die, as do the starving millions all over the world today, their faces stare at us through that screen in your room, we see it as a repeatof the one we saw last year, only the faces have changed, we have not, staring at the screen, wishing you could do more, look back at your history, see it's always been the same, the leaders take the credit and the people get the blame, abuse us, misuse us, but they promise to do more, like take away our freedom with the power they call law, they clothe us and feed us, protect us from ourselves, ignore us, deplore us and lock away their wealth, they guide us like children, insist that they are right, they bleed us, protect us, then send us into fight, illusion, confusion, the blindfold fits your eyes, i don't need television to see the starving people die, the propaganda sucks you into the tv death machine, the propaganda sucks you into, mankind the living dream