This epidemic is like taking a sedative
Millions are dying, have died, repetitive
We are the cynics, the blowhards, the critics
Ignoring the carnage until we're the victims
We wait, count backwards, 100 to one
Till the drug takes effect, then sleep will come
Dreams aren't for everyone, not if you're poor
Or black, or young, or your country's at war
The nations of Africa fighting for life
Just like our neighbors next door
While we lie awake at night
Bribing sleep for one hour more
That's what intentions are for
Never you mind all the killing and dying
Never you mind all the orphaned kids crying
Never you mind the people you meet
Getting thinner and older and weaker each week
Just sweep it under the rug and pretend
It's not really happening, it will all end
We can't know the cost and we can't comprehend
So we take a pill, no time to spend
For once in our lives we should take a stand
For once, be humble and lend a hand
Don't say, "I can't, it's too much to do."
What if the crisis mattered to you?
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