Choked at the Roots

Seeds were planted long ago - mistrust
 Our natural instincts choked at the roots
 Love, sharing, compassion - we lost
 Overgrown by fear, greed and envy
 So while we learned to cultivate and sow
 We also learned to fight and kill
 And the blood began to flow
 Unchecked desires for power and control
 Became the dominant forces in our world
 We know what's right or wrong
 Without having to stop and think
 And we know when we've done wrong
 If we listen to our instincts
 Yet we tear apart what's good
 And dissect with prejudice
 So many positive things
 Distracted by the noise, we spend our time collecting toys
 Instinct becomes skewed, atrophied from lack of use
 The deadening of instinct creates creatures emotionally weak
 We are spinning out of control
 We've got our life support in a chokehold
 Soon the time will come
 That we face up to what we've done
 Disconnected from our normal state
 We let the tension turn to hate
 Beaten down by all the stress
 We can't afford true happiness
 Smart enough to see the truth
 But out of touch with primal roots
 Taught to see a certain way
 And to ignore what we can't see
 Now the time has come
 That we face up to what we've done
 The final war that won't be won
 Will be waged without a gun
 Without a gun
 Armageddon
 It won't be god
 It will be us
 Now we see a world society
 Dominated by poisoned thinking
 The signs are all around us that most people don't want this
 But it's accepted that's the way things are
 And no one is normal in this environment
 And no one is healthy with this mental bombardment
 And so we're destroying ourselves
 When the judgement comes
 It won't be god, it will be us
 Reflected in a pool of oily blood
 A murky, shadowy, fractured image
 Of what we know
 We could be