St. Angry

Everybody go lay down
Keep your weapons right beside so you can stand your ground
Put your hands over your faces
Hear nothing, be complacent

Settle down and have some children
Pray to god you'll be forgiven
For doing nothing all along

The grass doesn't scratch
The itch on my back like it used to
Or maybe it's the itch that's moved

Out with the old guns and in with the nukes
Put a hole in the ground for this state to sink into

You wear your heart on your wrist
It's as empty as the pit I've seen inside your chest
Let it bleed
I'm seeing a shade of red I didn't know existed

Fuck it she said it
Let's not forget how this happened
I'm so apathetic
Like two kids playing too close to traffic
Fuck it she said it
Let's not forget where the past went
So apathetic
Fuck it she said it
Let's not forget how this happened
I'm so apathetic
Like two kids playing too close to traffic
Fuck it she said it
Let's not forget how this happened



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Writer(s): Luke Moses
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