Nobody is talking about the hazy sky Have the mountains gotten smaller? Or is the water getting high? There's a light up on the hill, illuminating glow I think I want to go But the light that keeps on burning Is on the same page you've been turning Ignorance for some is just a way of life There is no message I am sending just this thought Process I own It's time to take it home Looking at the valley where everybody grinds I understand the purpose but there is no end in sight There's a little voice inside that tells us what to do How did we get this screwed?