This was written after the United States elected literal garbage to run the country. :|
lyrics
The end will always blossom before it blooms. Without a sense of urgency, we suffer no regrets. These distances we do not wish to travel. Instead, we rely on the truths of other men.
But what if anything that's worth believing, never lasted long enough to share?
I'd rather waste my breath than become pawn in your regime. Where do you turn when your voice isn't heard anymore?
Drew a line in the sand that can't be crossed. We depend not solely on these broken promises. But on a faith that we hope won't let us down. For we give and give yet receive nothing in return.
Awoken from the cries of "all hands on deck." We shuffle side to side with our egos in check.
I'd rather waste my breath than become another pawn in your regime. Where do you turn when your feel voice isn't heard anymore?
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