So many angry eyes
makes breathing room seem scarce
Ghosts of old
have traded robes for business suits
It's nothing new, just labels change
"Mind over matter" becomes "mind over mind"
and "blessed are the fittest,
for they shall survive"

I'm talkin' me and you
The common crew
who should know the difference between
North, South, Right and Wrong
The poison still remains

We're in the middle of a stampede
the wild west is back
We scream and scheme
run over other's dreams
"Me, Myself and I"
we wear it like a silk tie
There's a better way to go
than this ego strife

The cost of being "in"
can make you down and out
The plot turns into product:
loaded guns and loaded minds
Some wise guys of the East teach:
"two wrongs do make a right
so sit back, and transcend
make bloodshed 'til the end"