Songtexte: FunkyJahPunkys. Third World War. Simplified.

We?ve all heard their normal lies, that they use to justify

We?re all so simplified, by that final rising tide

All the things you have, everything you know

All the things are rubbish, everything is gold

The real is the way, the false to no end

Got to grasp the now, let go of your sins

We?ve all heard their normal lies, that they use to justify

We?re all so simplified, by that final, rising tide

Just a drop in the sea, pebble on the beach

Nothing really changes, when we cease to be

Not to make you frown, or start to get you down

That?s just the nature, of this world spinning round

We?ve all heard their normal lies, that they use to justify

We?re all so simplified, by that final, rising tide

Like a river to the lake, or a rock on the roll

Just enjoy the ride, go with the flow

Don?t fight your mother nature, or your father time

Your not meant for a box, or standing in a line

We?ve all heard their normal lies, that they use to justify

We?re all so simplified, by that final, rising tide