Lyrics The Truth Is out There - Arms Aloft

The Truth Is out There

The world’s getting warmer
But to hear them tell it you would swear it’s getting flatter
The former don’t move units or sell ads, so run with the latter
We know
The cameras and anchors conspire with the drones and the fucking gallows
To keep the hood on the hangman and profit margin up on the rope
We keep getting poorer
But they swear we’re fine cause we keep getting fatter
What’s forward when our ballots are sandbags?
So backwards
So achingly slow
Cartographers nee carpetbaggers
The clock and the dagger: It flows
Slick as the mix on the hits on Christian rock radio
You can change the channel
Or take your chances overboard
Left for dead or if you’re lucky
Left alone for a while
Best case, a notch to the left of the dial
Or one in your belt from trying to feel how you felt before you found out the
glaciers were all gonna melt, let alone when news of new wars just stopped
hitting home
In your name but out of your control
The comet tail
Of a tracer burns bright against a clear desert night
While at home
We’ve got some new verses to write for «The Stars And Stripes Forever»
«Her folds protect no tyrand crew.»
Just me and just you:
Complicit.
Hospital bombers.
Invaders