There is a selling point for war and tragedy It keeps us always wanting more We live for promises of gold Tainted by the distress of being second best
How long will it take to finally cave in when we've fallen to the bottom? Consequence violently forced into our stomachs. We too are vulnerable, we
Divide all of the spoils, take more than we deserve Chasing flickering lights, almost there Reaching, stretching our limbs, circling, then closing in
Jump in, the water's fine. The dry land has lied. So afraid of never coming up, again. When the water chills, just keep swimming. The sun fails our skin
We can name this silence anything we wish. Let it hide until it thrives. Until it feeds and builds. Until it feeds and builds. And who will be the victim
How can we define what we hold so dear, solely on a scale of monetary gain? So easy to place hands inside our pockets, put our worth in our pockets.
