Prophet of Doom

Thirty years is such a long, long time to hold on
Looking back, it feels like lifetimes gone
Thoughts floating like a severed head
Late at night, above your bed
And it feels like these words are the Prophet of Doom
Like a spear piercing in your room
So come on

If you put me down, you'll drive us insane
That way of work is so inhumane to
Our Mother Earth, needs some serious help
A search and rescue for some mental health
Please don't repeat what you know is untrue
Don't expect to buy it, 'cause we got a clue

Lets look to ourselves, 'cause we have all the answers
Got a cure for AIDS, got a cure for cancer
And there's nothing that's worth fighting for
Allow the love
Let go of war
Ignoring others is the surest hell
We'll make a difference when we change ourselves



Credits
Writer(s): Laura Taylor
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