Centuries of backward ways
Have many left behind us
Who can count the good men gone away
The fruits of all our labours
Have left us as we started
We've come too far to end it in a day
It seems that everything we do is wrong
A one-way trip to nowhere all along
Just look around and tell me what you see
Another stupid page of history
No one together
No one is touching ground
Look at each other
Chaos is all around
Same situation
Nothing is really new
No one together
No one is me and you
Lo! the horn of plenty
Is bursting at the seams
The harvest of the world will be our prize
We claim to know the secrets
The answers have been found
But how can one fool make another wise
There's nothing better than it used to be
To live and die is still a mystery
We take away and we give nothing back
We just consume it all and still we lack
Have many left behind us
Who can count the good men gone away
The fruits of all our labours
Have left us as we started
We've come too far to end it in a day
It seems that everything we do is wrong
A one-way trip to nowhere all along
Just look around and tell me what you see
Another stupid page of history
No one together
No one is touching ground
Look at each other
Chaos is all around
Same situation
Nothing is really new
No one together
No one is me and you
Lo! the horn of plenty
Is bursting at the seams
The harvest of the world will be our prize
We claim to know the secrets
The answers have been found
But how can one fool make another wise
There's nothing better than it used to be
To live and die is still a mystery
We take away and we give nothing back
We just consume it all and still we lack
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