The Sands've Turned Purple

Young human beings

Young human beings

And I hope you understand

We've worn out customary costumes

And famous last names to blame

Clumsy stilts cause faultless spills

They're building bold billboards

I'm pinching for braille

I see you here

I see you hear me

Asi-Asi!

We risk feeling, the feeling of risk

We don't believe in failure

Young human beings

Young human beings

Chisel me, shock me, fill me, spill me, lift me

Young human beings

Put the flame hat on before it's too late

Put the flame hat on

Drop out, out run, pass it on

Drop out, out run, pass it on