The perversion of life through Gaia's eyes
As good as dead, in the jaws of spite
I can't sit back as the apathy amplifies
In the darkest corners of their nightmare, I'll be a light

Count our blessings
No cover
Showered in life's warmth
The rest to suffer
We are fortunate enough to make a choice

Count our blessings
No cover
Showered in life's warmth
The rest to suffer
We are fortunate enough to make a choice

I’ll be a voice

They rest their eyes in a bed of filth
And we suffer slow in a vice of guilt
I refuse to add to this violent design
In the darkest corners of their nightmare, I'll be a light

Count our blessings
No cover
Showered in life's warmth
The rest to suffer
We are fortunate enough to make a choice
Count our blessings
No cover
Showered in life's warmth
The rest to suffer
We are fortunate enough to make a choice

I'll be a voice

And the question is not, "Can they reason?"
Or, "Can they talk?" but, "Can they suffer?"
And may all creatures of life be delivered from this suffering
Suffering

Cast out, forsaken
Desperate and ill-fated
Every day the value of life spreads thinner
But in this chaos, I'll be a hope bringer
Hope bringer
Hope bringer
Hope bringer

Their trials are mine
And I stand for every single walk of life
I'll fight, I'll fight for both human and non human rights
I know that things are much brighter on the other side