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Just as ink flows through capillaries of a lung
Painting clear to see the course that they will follow
So does the colour of our skin through generations
Trace the path of wealth through time unto tomorrow
If you happen to be born inside these borders
It's slavery and empire gave your land it's worth
But if god's dice put you in some downtrodden nation
Your fate was more or less decided from your birth
The spoils of mans great accolades
To most of us lie hidden away
Our world isn't big enough to steal it from each other
False words couldn't be enough to save us from each other
Our world isn't big enough to steal it form each other
False words couldn't be enough to save us from each other
Soon as our hands were grasping tools to sow the land
Those very tools we'd use to strike those in our way
Of our ambition to acquire but ever more
A violent cause that we've inherited today
Now standing on the shoulders of millennia
An odyssey that's made us masters of our land
Yet still your chance of opportunity and power
Is still determined by the silver in your hand
The spoils of mans great accolades
To most of us lie hidden away
Our world isn't big enough to steal it from each other
False words couldn't be enough to save us from each other
Our world isn't big enough to steal it form each other
False words couldn't be enough to save us from each other
It isn't gods but only people on this Earth
Who put the wind into our sails as they unfurl
So grab an oar and blow a breath into the wind
And make tomorrow as you'd have it for our world