In Irish mythology, the fear gorta (Irish: Man of hunger / Man of famine; also known as the fear gortach) is a phantom of hunger resembling an emaciated human.
According to Yeats' Fairy and Folk Tales of the Irish Peasantry the fear gorta walks the earth during times of famine, seeking alms from passers-by. In this version the fear gorta can be a potential source of good luck for generous individuals. Harvey relates a myth that the fear gorta was a harbinger of famine during the Great Irish Famine of the 1840s, and that the spirit originally arises from a patch of hungry grass (féar gortach).
The cradle of civilization sparks my fascination
Truth ignites a generation
To change what's been programmed
Inside the mind
Don't you turn a blind eye
Change what's been programmed inside
Don't you turn a blind eye
Listen to me when I tell you
Feel the passion in my breath
Stay on top if they let you
'Cause the change is permanent, change is permanent
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Truth will uproot and bring [Incomprehensible] to light
Don't you turn a blind eye
Change what's been programmed inside
Staying in silence is a crime
Listen to me when I tell you
Feel the passion in my breath
Stay on top if they let you
'Cause the change is permanent, the change is permanent
Change starts in your mind, leave the past behind
Forget everything you know, make a change, let go
Change starts in your mind, leave the past behind
Forget everything you know, make a change, let go
Change starts in your mind, leave the past behind
Forget everything you know, make a change, let go
Let go, let go, let go, let go
Listen to me when I tell you
Feel the passion in my breath
Stay on top, if they let you
'Cause the change is permanent
Listen to me when I tell you
Feel the passion in my breath
Stay on top, if they let you
'Cause the change is permanent, change is permanent
Leave the past behind
Leave the past behind
Make a change, let go