Sunk

This whole world is a big-eyed pie
8 Billion slices
Too many bodies just how and why
Gonna feed them all

Nobody's got control to help
Everybody's got opinion
We look to find and then decide
What to believe?

Without control everybody's an expert
Without a soul nothing's right or wrong
So we allow what we see media to control us
We're picking sides but every side's wrong

Spiral-sunk

Homeless tents all through the city
The air is crap the ground is dead
Factories without values
Profits more important than help/health

Everyone's afraid of dying
Their ideas are like their children
They'll do anything to live forever
Even by killing everyone else

Everyday another senseless shooting
Everything we do makes it worse
Conservative and Liberal are senseless
By following politics Totalitarianism lurks



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Bridges
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