We’re living in a world where politics is a joke
And World peace is a marketing strategy
there’s donkeys talking about golf while children are dying,
generational trauma is being provoked as an occurrence so normal
kindness becomes your weakness
And speaking up is only an option for those who’s bank accounts run deeper than the voice of the collective
Helplessness is a feeling being caught for free
Unlike the food banks and hospitals, while a nation prospers by booming bombs in billions
I don’t talk about politics, maybe because being right doesn’t matter
The truth won’t suffice and families will bleed
My voice won’t be enough for those who didn’t get a chance at life
Greed can be so strong, it makes love feel like a far fetched dream unable to be grasped, while it slips through my fingers
I stand here frustrated, grateful for what I have
There’s children dying
what purpose do I wake up for?
Day in day out
Stocks and deaths, climbing up
We’re singing and dancing and we’re supposed to forget
That humans can be so sick, some wish I’d never met
My brain is like a washing machine, on a perpetual cycle, I circumvent
While they wear flashy clothes and display they worth,
I drink my beer
And drink it slow
Because now I know, that they’re full of shit and so much fear
We’re no where near
Where I’d like to be
In a world full of pain
While joy is a 2 minute stop in this fucking fast life train
So when you go and lie in bed and sleep
all you have, is being longed for
Your freedom, your body, your breath
that you so frivolously take for free
