I imagined communicating with someone I didn't know, halfway around the world to ask if the media messages in the atmosphere were as chaotic and insane over where they live. The video producer seemed to read my mind and because of the "allyship" Native American guitar lick, nailed the video without any consultation from me. Big Ups to Brent Barnett @ Future Filmworks
Lyrics
Is it blowing over there like it's blowing over here? The wind is full of poison information in the air.
I have had enough. I have had enough.
Have you had enough?
Is it raining in your heart for a hundred thousand years? Men with toys of ruin don't even seem to care.
Have we cried enough? Have we cried enough? Have they lied enough? Have we cried enough? Have we cried enough?
Have they lied enough?
Did you give your mind? Did you give your body, too? Are you going to give your children the world they gave to you?
Is there time to turn around? Time to turn around?
Time to turn around.
Is there time to turn around? Time to turn around?
Time to turn around.