The blessed are the simples, and that’s not us 
The chosens keep the burden for them 
We try to follow the root, but it looks strange 
And no way can be found to them 

The smarts have been taken the best places The Heroes are not on demand 
We keep our lives for consuming 
And The rest is how to get rid of a fat 
We made machines to work on us 

The globe became too small for us We started to fly, 
We entered the space 
But Would like to be in a better place. 
Machines start to think better than us 

The glob wormed up because of us 
And even flying and in the space 
We still are dreaming for a better place 
Fat Fat Fat Fat