There is plenty of knowledge
We strive for acknowledgement
Desire for more and more
Is this not really true?
You have to find your own way
I think I do not need to say
Somebody find in gladly love
Other in crime or drugs
My vision of hope
Has turned into my consciousness
Where society to go
Easy way of ecstacy
My vision of piece
Has turned into my memories
Norms and values decay
We go the way of ecstacy
We have to do some rethinking
Global trade seems to dominate
Brainstorm in celebration
No human rights