There is plenty of knowledge We strive for acknowledgement Desire for more and more Is this not really true? You have to find your own way I think I do not need to say Somebody find in gladly love Other in crime or drugs My vision of hope Has turned into my consciousness Where society to go Easy way of ecstacy My vision of piece Has turned into my memories Norms and values decay We go the way of ecstacy We have to do some rethinking Global trade seems to dominate Brainstorm in celebration No human rights