Human's Lib

There was a time when there was nothing at all Nothing at all, just a distant hum There was a being and he lived on his own He had no one to talk to, and nothing to do He drew up the plans, learnt to work with his hands A million years passed by and

And the fear goes on shadows And the tear flows on for nothing And the fear goes on shadows And the tear flows on for nothing Under his nose was a dream come true Been there all the time and he almost knew And the fear goes on shadows And the tear fl