Hope today, feels so, far away
Letting go, of what you know, must change
When we, watch what, we won’t save
But we preach, everyday
Who you ask, will flip the page?
Not one of us, we care the same
The shadow's lust, who begs today
won’t see the light, that it craves
Disaster strikes, we numb the pain
A loss is felt, but no push for gain
The scent of blood, on every path
Just wash the truth, it fades to black
Chorus:
When will we wake up, and not accept the same
We just hide our heads, do we feel no shame?
The ripples pass, and our world gently exhales
Preparing itself for future deadly inhales
Verse 2:
The youth, it craves, a full say
But nothing, drips down, from a saving grace
Fueled on, whims of, tomorrow today
It won’t get done, yet here we calmly remain
Will we live, to see a home
That truly might, survive the storm
Exchanging comfort, for the price of truth
We want to shout, but not if it blows off our roof
The baby tremble, of little dust
Is all that will be, until the earth gives up
I call on all, but what do they say?
The same as me, let’s wait another day
Chorus:
When will we wake up, and not accept the same
We just hide our heads, do we feel no shame?
The ripples pass, and our world gently exhales
Preparing itself for future deadly inhales
credits
from The Feast Of Worms,
released July 28, 2016
Nicolas Vandenborre - Songwriting, Lyrics, Bass, Synth
Jennifer Gullery - Vocals
Fendy Bin Othman - Production, Mixing/Mastering
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