Thoughts and Prayers

Build an idea
The building of worlds and a balcony
It's a sight that's dreamt outside of me
Striking ground
The soil is fresh for some industry
These landscapes have a price for killing trees

I tell myself I'll throw up my arms
Handcuff my self against foreign bombs
And help those who don't have any lungs
But I'm tired today
Tomorrow is best
Or maybe next week instead

Stories of greed
Little kid sleeping on the streets
It's a tale that's heard outside of me
Well dressed violence
Declarations against other violence
Thoughts and prayers are just violins

I tell my self I'll throw up my arms
Handcuff myself against foreign bombs
And help those who don't have any lungs
But I'm tired today
Tomorrow is best
Or maybe next week instead

Buy picket signs, pretend to cry
It's gonna be alright
Once I find which one's worth my time

I tell myself I'll throw up my arms
Handcuff my self against foreign bombs
And help those who don't have any lungs
But I'm tired today
Tomorrow is best
Or maybe next week instead

Suburban looks
I enjoy my snacks in the nook
It's a taste that's loved outside of me
Watch the TV
Feel angry at the sights of perjury
So we wipe our hands on a dirty shirt

I tell myself I'll throw up my arms
Handcuff my self against foreign bombs
And help those who don't have any lungs
But I'm tired today
Tomorrow is best
Or maybe next week



Credits
Writer(s): Reddmond Perone
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