A Moment of Violence

I never did lose a battle
But I'm feeling further from the end of war.
Deplored, ignored and rarely ever self assured.
Why does it seem like the ones who have everything have nothing inside?
They have nothing inside.

I don't sleep anymore, I gave it up.
Because what we do is enough
And now they're calling out our bluffs.
Have you done a single thing for someone else
Or do you take, take, take until your belly is stuffed?

So tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all?
Before they call you bluff and watch you fall?
I don't know but I'd like to think I had control,
At some point but I let it go and lost my soul.
Sit tight but the revolution's years away,
I'm losing faith and I'm running low on things to say.
So I guess I have no choice but to regurgitate
The tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite.

Oh! To have died that night, I realized it wouldn't last!
Our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass,
The final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed.
Oh! To the west, you don't know what it is you're running from,
And everybody's laughing loud,
Your last chance to make your mother and your father proud.