Sprung Monkey: Mi mundo esta muerto

Untangle my thinking set myself straight Do you see something different than my eyes do? Or is it the way we perceive What is it we saw the last time I looked My curiosity it compels me to ask a simple question of you Are we not of the same? Are we not of the same? Are we not? My curiosity still compels me to demand now an answer from you Are we not of the same? Are we not of the same? 'Cause I look I see I access but still remain confused Not sure what I saw when I looked Then to access the inexplicable I'm still confused I'm confused We take from it Not putting back Next time we take might be the last Endangered species on the verge of extinction No I can't see no I can't see it Stain it further 'cause mother blue is turning back Kill her Kill you You're killing me Stain it further 'cause mother blue is turning back Kill her 'Cause mother blue is turning black And there's no hope of ever turning back 'Cause man's machines Efficiency Convenience do we need it? Man's machines they've taken our hearts No I can't see it no I can't see it Listen up man you've gotta change your way of thinking Been going on too long now and shit ain't getting better I said listen up man you've gotta change your way of thinking Kill her 'Cause mother blue is turning black And there's no hope of ever turning back So superior we are in our thinking Why is it that we can't learn to exist? Why is it that With all these emotions of love and kindness Why is it that we just harbor the bleak? Why is that Look mother fucker look and think goddammit think Realize to criticize it don't wash away our cries It doesn't even change a fuckin' thing No it doesn't even change a fuckin' thing No it doesn't 'Cause you all know we only care enough to talk about it Is our mind such a beautiful thing? Oh yes it could be it should be why is it not? With all our emotions of beauty Why is it we harbor the bleak? Why is that? Look upon the flower that stands so proud you can almost feel the message that she's trying to send Time and time again I see her struggle for existance In a world that's always crashing down upon her fragile life Amidst this world of greed and human exploitation I ask why, why, why? She dies