It saddens me that people are
So short-sighted, they don’t see far
And that these words will not be read
Until I live no more, lay dead
It is the truth, I do not care
What you might think, you’re unaware
Just what these things I say right now
Might truly mean, and yet somehow
You live inside your same old box
And if the truth stops by and knocks
You plug your ears, say it’s not so
Pretend it’s not there, even though
Late at night, all that remains
Is blood that flows inside your veins
You can’t escape that which is true
That greed and envy consume you
‘Tis why so many are not read
Until they lie alone, and dead
Mentors of me, they say it’s so
Their names are Edgar, and Van Gogh
How the World Should Work 