Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song eB tahT srewoP ehT, artist - Being As An Ocean. Album song Waiting for Morning to Come, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 06.09.2018
Record label: Believe
Song language: English
eB tahT srewoP ehT |
There has always been this sneaking suspicion |
There’s something critical we’ve missed |
More connected than ever before |
Yet we are all dying of loneliness |
The trap was set; |
we’ve trusted a deception |
As if there weren’t fullness of life without incorporation |
Into these churning and violent systems |
(Outrage without information |
Has left our spirits in shambles |
Clanging cymbals, mindless babble) |
We skirt around the issue |
No matter how immensely prevalent |
Everyone’s so scared to breathe a word |
No one wants to mention it |
That after all they’ve sacrificed |
We’d rather trust a fucking screen |
Than sit in tactful humility |
Discourse with a human being |
Instead of think for ourselves |
We’d rather be fed what to believe |
They won’t know what’s on our hearts |
Until it stops beating in our chest |
Won’t wait to see what’s on our mind |
Until it exits the back of our heads |
Those sworn to protect us have become our captors |
One-stop judge, jury, and executioner |
Granted license to take a life without giving chase |
Youth cut down in its prime |
Oh G-d, what a fucking waste! |
You took a solemn oath, placed your hand on that Bible |
Pledged your protection and service |
To adorn yourself in courage |
Craven hands, dutifully raised |
To uphold truth and justice |
Would rather bend the knee to fear |
Instead of flex that muscle between their ears |
Coward, pull that trigger with haste! |
I’ll fire back with my words and a raised fist |
Those sworn to protect us have become our captors |
Don’t make idiots your idols; |
so many bow down to fools |
Strutting around like crownless kings |
Raving mad aristocrats, crippled by insecurity |
They prey upon the weak, both in will and mind |
Preaching that compliance is peace |
That the walls they’ll build will bring sanctuary |
Masses, blinded by fear, clutch and grab for stability |
But one day, we’ll look up and see the walls and wire |
Our monoliths of false safety |
And realize that our battlements have only served to shut us in |
Stone only hardens our hearts |
Isolation only constricts our souls |
Hatred dominates when we refuse to see the other as our own |
(We are still here) |
Were we ever truly free? |