Standing with bare backs against structures built strongly of good faith
Add lies
Subtract some care
Obligation becomes optional and they collapse
Its all that we thought and theres nothing here
Stand up and listen to the sounds
The bullets scream the children drop in silence face-first to the ground
Theres no one to care
No one to see an end
Jet planes explode midair and our dreams fill the cabin
Not fast enough to adapt to all the changes
Still not strong enough to accept the status quo
The salted knife is inside turning slow
But this is all that we know
Cut a branch off my family tree
It made sense to me
Until now
Soon well try
Because its worth a try
And then well take what was ours to begin with
Right now its hard to breathe but well survive
Forget the third world
Forget disease
Reveal scars
Stab me with a scimitar
Look around normal faces hide worse problems in our backyard
Dont hide the scars, stand up and listen to the sounds
Bullets screaming
Children dropping
No one watching as they nail the ground
Writer(s): Jon Strader, Mike Ciprari, Mike Przygoda, Tom Ciesluk, Tom Rheault
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