Dear father, can you clarify this fiction you speak with? The blind have organized confusing the sides, the language is different The corporation found a way to monetize the inscription Convinced an afterlife It's cursed with the burden to kill for admission
If no one defines where the boundaries lie it's no wonder why we're desensitized Why are you lost for words? And why can you just not respond or need time to revise your old version of lies? We just need you to show up on time, just once! Just once!
It seems the races have decided To take pride in their difference Then fight with conviction determined the color of man defines their intentions Just clarify Just one reply Just one more time Fucking pick a side!
If no one defines where the boundaries lie it's no wonder why we're desensitized Why are you lost for words? And why can you just not respond or need time to revise your old version of lies? We just need you to show up on time, just once! Just once!
We scream when it's our time to listen Our flaws by our own definition Some die from self-righteous indifference with the book in their hand, not the hand of their children
Why are you lost for words? And why can you just not respond or need time to revise your old version of lies? We just need you to show up on time, just once! Just once! Just once! Just once!
Compositor: Daniel Wayne Chandler ECAD: Obra #44080601