If the crows are increasing in number, kill ’em,
And if the amount of monkeys go up, bring ’em back down.
But there are less and less pandas, so let ’em keep growing,
And no matter how many humans we get, let them keep going.
We’re always looking to God,
Praying and worshiping, but someday,
Yes we, humanity, will notice,
That we’ve become God ourselves. Just who the hell is that anyway?
I myself have never seen it,
But I’ve seen it here and there in paintings,
And the God you hear people talk about too,
Is always in human form.
A joining of coincidence or a concurrence of fate,
Or a sketch of my own derision,
Over there, here; which way is there?
What the hell is happening, Da Vinci?
Even if there’s a world after this, or not, what the hell of it?
Whether we reincarnate, or stay as we are, I don’t give a damn.
People will always do as they please, due to some cycle or another,
Even if you look down from above, I can tell you there will always be a higher point.
If I was God and could decide how to do everything on my own,
Trying to make the world in 7 days is one thing I wouldn’t try.
I’d certainly take more time, and make a solid, detailed plan,
‘Cause making it all in a rushed panic caused it to rip, tear, and fall apart.
Increase, decrease; if it decreases, increase,
It worked, but why? Why do we act on a whim?
We pretend to pose a “?”, though we know the answer already,
“Discuss, instruct; why, why?”
‘Cause humanity is so damn stupid,
And I’m tellin’ ya, we know that.
That’s why we should count 1, 2, 3, and destroy it all,
‘Cause you know, it’s just that…
Only death can cure stupidity, so you can’t help but think,
So let’s hold high expectations for the next world… wait, what about this world?
Let’s be absurd, then unreasonable, then mix them together and mess it all up,
Let’s make some sense, then not make any, then mix them together so it’s completely vague.
No matter what, even if everything goes wrong, we know how the future will be,
If you ask why that is and toss it aside, what can you expect to happen next?
However, but, although, yet… what should we do, and with what?
No matter what you say, no matter what you do, it’s completely hopeless.
If that’s true, what should we do? Where should we turn,
If we can’t be here or there, then where?
Even if there’s a world after this, or not, what the hell of it?
Whether we reincarnate, or stay as we are, I don’t give a damn.
Whether I go to Heaven, or to Hell, what the hell of it?
It doesn’t have to be up or down; there are paths all around us as well.