The grass seeps the polluted water, while nature's screaming "blasphemy!"
An activist is walking to his office angrily, while honking horns pass him by callously
Wearing an old rugged jacket and people find it funny, 'cause they all live for the money
Sweat pours from his forehead, he thinks about the world's health constantly
It's been days he sat in a bed, he works to please the whole galaxy
While he contents himself with living in a basement with no friends or family
He lets nothing get to him, he dedicates himself to his work valiantly
