Boeing

I don't blame you You only make the rules for their trade But if I give you a mirror Can you tell me what you really have made? Perpetuating cirle of fear and consumption To keep us bound and blind We are all afraid of the things That we will never see Construction To make us all believe Construction Turn it off We scream Remember the fate of Deir Yassin But we're always the first to forget This bomb we call progress This bomb is like us men Just another form of forced submussion We are all afraid of the things That we will never see Grand Creative Construction To make us all believe Turn it off! Turn it off! Lets stop and cross our fingers I'm crossing mine