To the desperate young, turn a blind eye

To the old and lonely, turn a blind eye

To our inhumanity

To our death dealing vanity



To the methods of persuasion, turn a blind eye

To the masters of evasion, turn

To the science of control, turn a blind eye

To a world in chains, turn turn



To the sellers of illusion, turn a blind eye

To masters of confusion, turn a blind eye

To a hollow culture

To the circling vulture



To lovers of power, turn a blind eye

And to a final hour, turn a blind eye

To the resurrection

To a world in chains, turn turn



I don't want to get involved

It's not my problem

I'll just ignore it

I don't want to feel this



To the starving children, turn a blind eye

To your own redemption, turn

To the horror of extinction

To a world in chains, turn turn turn