For as long as it's existed
This thing we call a scene
There's been a repetitive cycle
Of idiocy
Despite lofty morals
And ethics held dear
So little these precepts
Do many adhere
The cries all ring empty
For change and unity
As words without action
Equal hypocrisy
Things taken for granted
In a state of repetitive apathy
Not appreciating what one has
And acting selfishly
Why must we spiral towards destruction?
A path clear for all to see
Or can we curb extinction?
As together we hold our destiny