Shape shifter

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….

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