From finite to infinity
Please excuse my pernicity,
It seems wherever I go these days -
there's trouble looking the other way
Violent times are here on the streets,
humanity for you I weep,
Think about it, it makes no sense
Using violence doesn't prove you're right
There's no logic, no meaning,
No thinking, no reason behind it
Just seems that words can't describe
How it seems if you just think about it
Try to find a meaning to life,
and if you do it could end in strife
You won't find it behind the bar,
or our outside where the tempers flare
Out on the streets, the rule of the fist
All of these things are Cain's lament
I hope that someday these things will change
It seems that life has been good to me,
but I'm still shocked by the things I see
Think about it, it makes no sense,
solving problems with your fists
Check the time, the time is now,
not time to go and throw your weight around
The only thing that does to me - It makes me think