I've heard people say they'd have liked it better a different way
Ripped, torn, twisted, dirty, burnt
It still is lifeless, even if it shines so bright
So bright you may believe it has a spirit
That only a living thing could obtain
Surely, there is a meaning
There must be a meaning to everything, no matter how simple
Waste your time naming the stars
It's better than teaching logic and reason to the young
Trust me, that is hard, they never listen
You can try to make it fun, but they still sit there with blank stares
Might as well conclude that they have no life force
No grasp on reality, no understanding of gravity
Pointing fingers at your friends because they did it
This society was not founded by reality
But rather by man's strange fantasy
But the young know so much more
Than the ones who try to reason
So much more than the ones who use logic
The young are our future and our end
