| It’s like I’m pitching rocks aimlessly into the great unknown. |
| Skipping stones
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| into the widest lake yet no target for my throws. |
| And as the water’s laying as
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| flat as glass, still and silent, a sleeping giant, unanswered like the
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| questions we’re too comfortable to ask
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| No tidal waves or tide to break. |
| The shit you’ve been spoon fed but have yet to
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| taste. |
| Built up a tolerance to the system that’s in place. |
| We’re on the edge of
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| darkness. |
| No light in sight. |
| No future to harvest
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| We’ve found no real solutions only outcomes from bad decisions on a crash
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| course. |
| We’re unknowing what comes of these collisions. |
| Society continues to
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| regress as we grow older. |
| We’re busy as slaves to the almighty dollar
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| The corrupt have led the blind. |
| They only show you what they want you to find.
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| So keep your head down and fall in line
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| No tidal waves or tide to break. |
| The shit you’ve been spoon fed but have yet to
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| taste. |
| Built up a tolerance to the system that’s in place. |
| We’re all on the
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| edge of darkness. |
| No light in sight. |
| No future
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| These self proclaimed modern day saints have fueled the hatred that’s construed
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| our faith. |
| No matter what you see when you look in the mirror, your
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| reflection’s still bound by all living sinners
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| We’re all just delaying what’s become inevitable. |
| Prolonging the agony of a
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| tired and dying world
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| These self proclaimed modern day saints have fueled the hatred that’s construed
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| our faith. |
| No matter what you see when you look in the mirror, your
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| reflection’s still bound by all living sinners |