Texty: Ben Weasel. Responsibility.

Social responsibility
Is not worth the problems on me.
Is it a good deed?
Does it get the same?

But if I want the world to be,
A little bit better than I see.
Then be it for waiting,
It won't change a thing.

And we all want to make some kind of difference,
But we don't know what we ought to do,
Until we do.

But the thing I persist,
Are the answers to this mess.
But when I looked down on.
It just simplified.
(something)

And I want to be all the things I hate on,
Or I can choose to be the things I love,
Like a child love.

I can try to see myself in some other place,
I know I might be when I see a man on the street.
I can see farther and I can see a human soul,
Yeah man that's so mean, my peers are just like me.
We all work,
We all ache,
For something better,
But we all want love or leave.
Sacrifice for that but never for the place that I go on
And I believe gods walk the earth,
Imperfect and confused,
These are my gods.
All men and women,
Brothers and sisters,
Walk the earth as gods