Who is going to lead us now -when the starve us make us fight to live while they parade us through the town

Dragged by it. We hurt for it. What’s the point of keeping trying when we fight for it and kill for it. Repeated lesson learned

You’ll struggle for less than this. You’ve suffered for less. You’ll suffer for less than this.

You fake everything and you’re still forgiven. Just killing some time beneath blue skies.

And all your pretty heads in perfect rows. The more you’re tuning in the less you know.

Split by our race. Split by our gods. Split by our guns. They’ll split til we’re gone

Still we reinvent ourselves and all squeeze to fit inside the lines just to earn our rides to a higher place

Skillfully aesthetic you presto-perfect-it. Never ordered cookie cutter. Still we always seem to get it..