Planet Earth
They flee from imaginary men in the sky
Like Flees under the Stars
You can see the innocence in their eyes
But believe they’re a ticking bomb
And they went from Tribes to Groups
Still controlled by the tiny few
Here on Planet Earth
Just a grain of Earth
In a Universe
Blind
With no-one to save them there
From themselves
You can see why they send their prayers
To someone else
When they still use the eyes of a hunting man
With the tools of Apocalypse
And they’re suckers for a trick
Though you’ll like them you’ll worry sick
About Planet Earth
Just a grain of Earth
In a Universe
Blind
Autor(es): James Kennedy