Lyrics
I saw this little kid staring dead out through my screen, looking for a way to make her hunger end
I observed a young child on my screen, desperately seeking a solution to her hunger.
Scenes from some forgettable and foreign continent, clearly playing for my sympathy
Scenes from an unfamiliar place, likely intended to evoke sympathy, played on the screen.
I felt a slight discomfort as I flipped the channel off
I experienced a mild discomfort as I switched off the channel.
Like a lurking question still remained
A lingering question or unease persisted after turning off the channel.
I passed a homeless man sitting broken on the street without shelter, folded hands, begging for change
I encountered a homeless man on the street, visibly in need, yet the belief in a job as a solution prevailed.
Bloodshot eyes and troubled thoughts inside his bloated head, but nothing a steady job wouldn't fix
The homeless man exhibited signs of distress, both physically and mentally, with a suggestion that employment could remedy his situation.
I felt a slight discomfort as I looked the other way
A sense of discomfort arose as I averted my gaze from the homeless man.
Like a lurking question still remained
Similar to earlier, a persistent question or discomfort lingered despite looking away.
We've got to fucking help them, don't we?
An exclamation urging the necessity to assist those in need, questioning our humanity if we fail to do so.
What kind of humans are we if we don't?
Reflection on the moral obligation to help others, emphasizing a shared responsibility.
We got to fucking help them, don't we?
A repetition of the urgency to help those in need, stressing the collective responsibility.
But we can't save the whole world on our own
An acknowledgment that, while we should help, the enormity of global issues cannot be solely addressed by individuals.
One of my old friends came by my house the other day looking for a way out of his problems
A friend sought assistance with personal challenges, but I dismissed the relevance to my own life.
Bad decisions and bad luck had caught him in a ditch but I didn't see how that would concern me
The friend faced difficulties due to poor decisions and luck, but I failed to recognize the connection to my own concerns.
I felt a slight discomfort as my door slammed in his face
A sense of discomfort emerged as I closed the door on my friend, leaving a lingering question.
Like a lurking question still remained
Similar to previous instances, a persistent question or discomfort remained after the encounter.
We got fucking help them don't we...?
A rhetorical question reiterating the imperative to help those in need, emphasizing the shared responsibility.
Do we really share a common bound
A contemplation on the true extent of commonality among individuals, beyond genetic similarities.
just because we share the same genome?
Raising doubt about the significance of sharing the same genome as a basis for a shared bond.
How close do our problems need to be
Questioning the proximity of problems required before they evoke empathy or connection.
Before they can make us feel?
Reflecting on the threshold at which problems become relatable and elicit emotional responses.
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