The Poverty War Victims' Memorial

Snow is falling
We sing cheesy songs
People dying
We just laugh along
Worlds colliding
Don't know what's the truth anymore

Winter's calling
We ignore the signs
Buildings burning
And we can't reason why
Arms are racing
Neighbors raising different flags

I don't know how I can sleep at night
Knowing that people are driven out of homes, all to be driven over on roads

Every pothole means someone's falling apart
Close your eyes and pretend there's nothing wrong
Every human dead means we're perfectly fine
Just means nothing will fundamentally change

Beds are crowded
And we just don't know why
Even though it's
Staring us right in our eyes
Oh, I don't know how this'll end

I don't know how I can sleep at night
Knowing that food banks are going bankrupt, all while our leaders are living it up

Every pothole means someone's falling apart
Blind your eyes, turn away, there's nothing wrong
Every human dead means we're doing perfectly fine
Just means nothing will fundamentally change

And all the pundits keep inflating things we can't see
Calling people like me a menace to society
Marching in the streets ain't gonna work anymore
Cause the storm is coming, knocking down our door

We're all we've got on this floating ball
So sing it loud and clear
These sweet little words that no one's gonna hear
The end is near

We're all we've got on this floating ball
So sing it out
Beg for hospice care as the end comes near
The end is near
The end is near
The end is here