"Generation to Generation,
Constant Adaptation.
Manipulation.
By the TV and Radio Stations.
From Bliss,
To 'Can You Charge This Real Quick?'
Sick.
We Are, Infected.
By Our Own Happiness.
Or, That Is At Least What We Call It.
The Fight, The Struggle.
It Took For Today's Hustle,
Was A Mountain,
Compared To Our Tiny Bit of Rubble.
Return To Your Roots,
Before You Sink To The Soil.
The Train To Our Freedom Is Coming.
Well It Was...
There Is Too Much Turmoil."
