White Roses

Ok

If I may I wanna say a word
Not a poster, not a chant, not a protest or a prayer heard
Just another day I heard
Just another empty plate, its the only thing you've ever served
Have you seen the curve
We lost all the reserves to further power you preserve
See I could just observe
But you are not the shepherd & we are not your fucking heard

I'm not tryna claim a turf
But if we're counting shots I've taken this would be the third
These couple songs took a bit of work
So was waking up to vote when the night before was such a blur
Consider this the music of my generation
That was chilling downtown before this situation
You're playing us at home but now the whistle's blown
The clock is ticking in the zone, 3 decade violation

What a day, what a day though
What a day, what a day, what a day, what a day though
What a day, what a day though
What a day, what a day, what a day, what a day though
Maybe we should lay low
Maybe take a day, try to lay, try to lay low
But what a day, what a day though
What a day, what a day, what a day, what a day though

You left us with nothing but bitter words
Not a story, not a snap, not a twitter heard
This is just a bit absurd
We should all just work in marketing if only we could be referred
What a joke, you keep promoting parties now we're broke
Need a loan, sell Picasso all the colors that you own
Well the ink is drying up in all this heat
And the writing's on the wall of every fucking street

Then the street gets blown to pieces
Sitting in your seats could it be more speechless
The pressure in our tone increases
But nothing that you say was ever known to reach us
Do you really not know this
When we address one another, do you really just not notice
You were dealing with another generation gone hopeless
You took it up a level now and made us homeless

Send them white roses, send them white roses
Send them white roses, send them white rose
As we navigate this game, now on new terrain
As we try to make a change, how do we propose it
Send them white roses, send them white roses
Send them white roses, send them white rose
Tell em that I wrote this, as I reminisce
Ive been on the road bliss, Ive been on the road
This is what I know miss, this is what I wrote miss
This is what you spoke about, and I was focused
Life is all about abundance, took a note in bold miss
I just hope we stay afloat, sailing through the cold winds

What a day, what a day though
What a day, what a day, what a day, what a day though
What a day, what a day though
What a day, what a day, what a day, what a day though
Maybe we should lay low
Maybe take a day, try to lay, try to lay low
But what a day, what a day though
What a day, what a day, what a day, what a day though