Correspondence

Judge the masses with common fact
When has journalism ever overlapped
The purest intentions are rarely true
Blinding the world with their own view

The twisted perception of common ground
Shading the notion of something profound
When did conversation becomes unfit
Limiting knowledge for the spite of it

Force the hand and break the line
Glossed eyes, faulted fears
Suspend the score that was assigned
Masked tone, ruptured rights

Affix the guilt to crumble down
Blank stare, murder cites
Apprehend the trivial sound
Cracked touch, faded years

Criticize
Their voice



Credits
Writer(s): Bren King, Michael Bifolco, Michael Walsh, Wyatt Oberholzer
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