V1:
A woman screams
from the blows of a man

Everyone shields their ears,
as he puts her in her place


V2:
a little black girl cries for help,
as she struggles to swim,

tries to survive on whatever she can find,
so she's a looter.


Pre-chorus:
Women in the grips of men, without say
Colored folks stripped to chains, slaves to the grave

The poor get poorer, every day
Nothing's gonna change
if we don't see

it's all the same

Chorus:

We cut down trees,
we flood the seas,
trash our home, cause all we see

is things for us to take and ruin
'cause we're on top
and nothing matters

but our means, forget their ends
but here's the thing-
these cycles can only be our end.


V3:
we cover our eyes,

we cover our ears,
blind all senses
to our own offenses


V4:
is the oil in your car

worth misshapen babies, broken homes
nothing left
for your children


Pre-chorus:
Women in the grips of men, without say

Colored folks stripped to chains, slaves to the grave
The poor get poorer, every day
Nothing's gonna change

if we don't see
it's all the same


Chorus:
We cut down trees,
we flood the seas,

trash our home, cause all we see
is things for us to take and ruin
'cause we're on top

and nothing matters
but our means, forget their ends
but here's the thing-

these cycles can only be our end.

Bridge:

We belong to this world,
No, this world don't belong to us.
For every thing we break, we break too-

till she goes on without us.

Pre-chorus:

Women in the grips of men, without say
Colored folks stripped to chains, slaves to the grave
The poor get poorer, every day

Nothing's gonna change
if we don't see
it's all the same


Chorus:
We cut down trees,
we flood the seas,
trash our home, cause all we see

is things for us to take and ruin
'cause we're on top
and nothing matters
but our means, forget their ends
but here's the thing-

these cycles can only be our end.