It's heavy, body dwelling, a river out of crimson, how do we dare? Pollution overhead. No one sees what they don't want to feel. Ignorance bleeds. There is nothing here, what can be done if it is ignored? The puppets sing, fantasizing over a maze that leads them nowhere, what is the price to pay? The Arctic weeps, how long will it cry? Can't you see? You are weeping too and that is why you can't see even your own tears.