Cortisol

I used to dream when I was young

But now, I don't feel a thing

Cortisol is overloaded

The rich don't care to think

Our love, our home, our octopus

Our vision of the sun

The woman is the whipping boy

And the witch is stoned to death

Feel the sun, Lord

See him dying

Free food, incubation, floating in a womb of love

Shot out in expectation, catapulted in direction of

This suit, the noose assembled by the goon

Nature feeds the savagery

And the human molds the brute

Feel the sun, see him dying

Feel the sun, see him dying

(That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind)

Feel the sun, see him dying

Feel the sun, see him dying

Feel the sun, see him dying

Feel the sun, see him dying