There's been a primitive contribution
By some people in this world
Are they littering our dreamscape?
Affecting the minds of boys and girls?

Treasure the memories, forget the times
They are the ones committing the crimes
Read all their words, compete in their game
Believe when they tell you, ‘life is not the same’

And the day is coming closer
When we can't tell the lies from what is true
The planet is painted black and white
When it should be painted green and blue

Treasure the memories, forget the times
They are the ones committing the crimes
Read all their words, compete in their game
Believe when they tell you, ‘life is not the same’