Or learn from past mistakes
In the great plan
While condors fall from Indian skies

It's dangerous to kid yourself
Mighty Mouse, Superman?
We were one with everything
No empathy, no gratitude
We live in these electric scabs
And oblivious to it all
No sense of self and other
Keeping one eye on our brother's
Bad dreams are good
Nobody's hands are clean
Everyone's a victim
You go deaf and dumb and blind

Just to be alive

These lesions once were lakes
Bad dreams are good
Oh, my head is in my hands
You cannot be trusted
Before that altering apple

So who will come to save the day
You give bad attitude
So near the jaws of our machines
You have no grace

Deadly selfishness
I guess I should be happy

Bad dreams are good
In the great plan

The cell phone zombies babble
With our man-made world backfiring
But now we have to grapple
Through the shopping malls

No one knows how to shoulder the blame
Whales beach and die in sand
You have no sense of consequence
There's so very little left of wild Eden Earth
No self-consciousness
But we have poisoned everything
You take with such entitlement
In the great plan
Do you even know you're lying