Escalator Life

Sifting through the mind, searching for one's thoughts
Seeing what's declined, discovering how caught
A natural tendency it seems, but can it be prevented
Life is lived in dreams and too much is invented

The brow of the hill was reached, but how were we to know
Time passed, over the hill, and down the river we flow
The brow of the hill was reached, but how were we to know
Time passed, over the hill, and down the river we flow

Financially motivated - that's what we've become
It's what this world created - take the money and run
Creating waste products and creating excess wealth
Thinking about nobody except for oneselves

The brow of the hill was reached, but how were we to know
Time passed, over the hill, and down the river we flow
The brow of the hill was reached, but how were we to know
Time passed, over the hill, and down the river we flow

We're flowing with the current currency of time
But money isn't funny when it's ruining people's lives
We're creating just to take the money which we make
Aiming for financial glory and watching others break

The brow of the hill was reached, but how were we to know
Time passed, over the hill, and down the river we flow
The brow of the hill was reached, but how were we to know
Time passed, over the hill, and down the river we flow

We've become too educated for our own good
Machines can do things that we never believed would
Inventors and creators are the ones who dictate
How many jobs are lost for technology's sake

The brow of the hill was reached, but how were we to know
Time passed, over the hill, and down the river we flow
The brow of the hill was reached, but how were we to know
Time passed, over the hill, and down the river we flow

Advance in life was made, but technological
The more we advance the sooner we will fall
The escalator was created and on the foot was placed
Each moment is a higher level, but a happy medium was not traced

The brow of the hill was reached, but how were we to know
Time passed, over the hill, and down the river we flow
The brow of the hill was reached, but how were we to know
Time passed, over the hill, and down the river we flow

Sifting through the mind, searching for one's thoughts
Seeing what's declined, discovering how caught
A natural tendency it seems, but can it be prevented
Life is lived in dreams and too much is invented