no longer soft and sweet, we are
we are laughing because it's bizarre
because - this is how it goes
Going to close the curtains at night
to hide those stars from our sight
the tragedy of their burning existence
and we are unable to give assistance
Are we going to sit beside each other
falling asleep - one after another
painting our faces with flickering screens
unsmiling faces and silent screams
Is this what I'm going to do?
Who do we give thanks to?
The cycle of heart ache and heart failure
throwing away books - and you are
stealing credit from the hard workers
and getting mad at the slow walkers
we are wanting time to speed up
because we already have had enough
of all this infinite isolation
we have grown out of our imagination
broken promises and too late apologies
bleeding noses and bruised knees
from banging our heads against the wall
don't know how to recover from the fall
How about another toast to terror
a celebration for our human error
it will stab us in the back - one day
without even giving us time to say
our pointless prayers while on our knees
averted eyes - without solidarity
and I'm going to try and see in the dark
let our footsteps stain a mark
on the world of the walking dead
hiding with blankets over our heads
Because there is always too much -
too much noise and a world too rough
for anyone to be soft or gentle
instead they're ripping off the petals
of all the pure flowers I want to protect
afraid of who they will crush next
- while I still strain my eyes at night
trying to distinguish wrong from right
efforts to save the world - seemingly futile
despite staring at stars all this while -
It turns into morning eventually
we abandon our slumber - reluctantly
time to drain the sun of all it's strength
breathing in all of the bitter stench
of soaked up seas and slaughtered trees
strategic murder and the death of bees
we are laughing because it's bizarre
because - this is how it goes
Going to close the curtains at night
to hide those stars from our sight
the tragedy of their burning existence
and we are unable to give assistance
Are we going to sit beside each other
falling asleep - one after another
painting our faces with flickering screens
unsmiling faces and silent screams
Is this what I'm going to do?
Who do we give thanks to?
The cycle of heart ache and heart failure
throwing away books - and you are
stealing credit from the hard workers
and getting mad at the slow walkers
we are wanting time to speed up
because we already have had enough
of all this infinite isolation
we have grown out of our imagination
broken promises and too late apologies
bleeding noses and bruised knees
from banging our heads against the wall
don't know how to recover from the fall
How about another toast to terror
a celebration for our human error
it will stab us in the back - one day
without even giving us time to say
our pointless prayers while on our knees
averted eyes - without solidarity
and I'm going to try and see in the dark
let our footsteps stain a mark
on the world of the walking dead
hiding with blankets over our heads
Because there is always too much -
too much noise and a world too rough
for anyone to be soft or gentle
instead they're ripping off the petals
of all the pure flowers I want to protect
afraid of who they will crush next
- while I still strain my eyes at night
trying to distinguish wrong from right
efforts to save the world - seemingly futile
despite staring at stars all this while -
It turns into morning eventually
we abandon our slumber - reluctantly
time to drain the sun of all it's strength
breathing in all of the bitter stench
of soaked up seas and slaughtered trees
strategic murder and the death of bees