this world is roamed by beasts who can't be reasoned with    they got frantic eyes and hearts with fangs and minds swinging fists    they've shed oceans of blood for their pride comfort security    power success markets influence assertion of their certainties       this world is roamed by ghosts who can't believe this shit    their outraged outstretched arms pass right through what they've already died to touch and affect    oh frigid gasp that asks is this still the same case?    a whole history on which we've just turned out backs watches us march right through the same mistakes       this world is roamed by beasts    these days they wear fibers spun into business suits    they're always on the prowl for young minds to hunt down and subvert and recruit    from the podiums of status they flail their claws that will never see combat or work    they're animating the farce of their state and their laws that makes killers from boys and cold steel from warm earth       so vote for me!    fight the war! and above all keep working.    fly the flag! spend the cash! just be grateful that you are free.    free to rent yourself out to get paid    free to swallow each war    to consume and obey    free to accept this is the way it is    the way it's always been    and that it's always gonna be this way       this world is roamed by beast who can't seem to understand    that we could all live comfortably enough without the upper hand    without the fenced off land    without the chain of command    without the systems and routines that keep a brilliant existence placid and bland       this world is roamed by ghosts who are hard for us to recognize    seems we've forgotten the bayonets that hoses the bullets they spray in our eyes    have they succeeded in beating us back    into the denial of delusional amnesiacs?       this world is roamed by beasts who could be you or I    we're pitted against each other despite the common glow in our eyes    can you disarm enough to meet me    at the crossroads of our common need?       it's not my fault! not my problem! not my responsibility! to each their own, each for themselves, just be grateful that you are free.    free to get as much as you can and claw your way as high as your pockets are deep.    and free to never have to try and understand other beings and their hearts and their minds and their dreams.