This World

This world is over and time's adding up
The hour glass is almost gone
So you and me gonna sing this song
Get high through the low times
I said the question is who you really want
Mexican, Asian, White, Arabic and the Black
Flesh, blood, bone, brain and the heart
Differences create hate that makes us want to fall apart
We all came from the same place in the start
One family, that is all bombed in the part
A natural disaster tearing up the atmosphere
All you really have to protect is your mindsphere
It's human hate, a couple had to segregate
A true decision that beat them in your own way
For yourself, yeah for your family
See you've been burning down your own family tree
This world is over and time's adding up
The hour glass is almost gone
So you and me gonna sing this song
Get high through the low times
You see shit hit the fan and there's nothing you can do about it
Try to make a change, stand up and scream and shout it
Let's be literal, one person won't make a change
Face the facts, this world will never give you change
Now blood is leaking, it's streaming down the warriors cheek
People are freaking, Tears are leaking as death toll peaks
Daddy's gone son, he's on vacation forever
He's up in Heaven, he's chilling upon the angels
The suicide rate is slowly climbing, it's the world's fault
I got one question for you, Is this God's calling?
Yeah, I said is this God's calling?
This world is over and time's adding up
The hour glass is almost gone
So you and me gonna sing this song
Get high through the low times