I used to play in waist high snow, right around the corner from here

And now we stroll through cold, but it don't snow here no more

The seasons change and I can see it happening before my eyes

Continental conditioning exchanging room for lies

The compromise and what caused when I see these global changes

Potential years of my life, something's wrong when I can see it plain as day

Faint as the may winds when my mind exemplifies

Trials and tribulations of manipulation and lies

My son will never see the snow, except in 3-d simulators

And open-space science replication escalators

And I will tell my child about the fun we used to have

And we'll not forget your sorry ass when he says, "can I go outside and play, dad?"

This world that you created, I will take no fucking part in

When you ask for my apology, I'll reply with, "I beg your pardon."

Global economizing, and the raping of the third world

Exploiting mother nature and colonizing of a little girl

It's western uncivilization, weighted scales claim people

No wonder we got identity problems when you act like cave people

I was born to march forth, and conquer the harsh north

But I reside inside these fort walls from henceforth, regardless

You can buy the foot of a goddess for your aesthetic pleasure

I'll hold the memory inside my heart eternally as treasure

And when your son wonders why he can't play in the toxic rain

My son will look into my brain and get the explanation

I see the hesitation in every guilty move you make

I alleviate my conscience through the conscious mode of trade

It's fundamental differences, you see, we have the witnesses

Marking in your hit lists, you lie, we know the truth

The primary campaign of that busting the supremist

Is here upon us, in action, thought, and premise

The counter-culture catalog for christian conservative clones

Constricts countless conscious clever-minded types into depression

That's the agenda, through conditioning by disaster

Allows the cutting of rainforests. harder, faster, harder, faster

We can't get in, corporate password protected by the rich

To take away from the people they educated

The story's written by the winner, that's the goddamn truth

The underrated's a champion, a cheater without any proof

But I'll remain the outcast that looks like the typecast

Aspiring middle-class that outlasts the rumor-mill

And I'll swallow each jagged pill with the pleasure for discomfort

And create the situations that arise from faces sunburnt

By working long hours in pride-stricken constrictions

The face that fights for what it believes in, despite the friction

And this is the same face that will look you in the eyes

And then look upon my son and tell him how you lied with pride