Another day begins
You’re already wore down
And all the headlines say
It’s all coming down
Here comes an opening
They’re going to make a scene
Hold your breath
It’s anything but clean
Here at the butchers floor
Born from blood after all of this time
(They’ll cut your tongue and sell it to you if you give them time)
I don’t want to see it
I don’t know that we will make it
Stop feeding it
And everyone knows
What everyone knows
We’ve already seen the big scene
It’s gone from the east side
To the west side
The south made a banner out of it
And before we can say anything about it
It’s playing behind us – with praise
The daylight won’t wash your sins away
The ride of your life
How will we look back on it?
Will you silence it?
Will you censor it?
Will you ignore it?
How will we evolve from it?
The daylight breaks the lies
Inside the skies
And the rain will fall
Make good art
In the middle of it
Make good art
When your love is about to fall
Make good art
In the middle of the pain
Make good art
Make your art
And rise above these times
What have we won
If we only breathe
The same lines….
Regarding Samuel 