Bigotry Of The Century

From the top of this mountain
It's easy to see
That we’re treating each other
So fuckin recklessly

We’re heading for a cliff
When we should be going
Down this river
To a place

Where the summer heat
And the winter breeze bring me
The scent of spring
And the colors of the autumn leaves

Why do shapes and colors
Matter more than what’s inside
Why project onto others
Fears you’re trying to hide

We brought this on ourselves
We gotta fix it
I bet we can find
The place

Where the summer heat
And the winter breeze bring me
The scent of spring
And the colors of the autumn leaves

These ancient ideals
Clouding our judgement
It’s time to break them down

Run away from here
From the mountain to the sea
It’s the bigotry
Of the 21st century