Symbols

Thoughts and prayers
The currency of cowards
A magic incantation
To spare the meditation that would lead to agitation
Thoughts and prayers
The avatar of actors
The place the work begins
But if you're born to means then they're the destination

For all your stoic reverence
Your performative piety
Your furrowed brow your static silence
Did you ever try doing something?

Ah, grave concern
A substitute for scruple
A gavel by the norm
To protect them from reform through a veil of civility
Grave concern
The battlecry of bystanders
Values, said with tact
From those who lack the will to act and want the optics of humility

For all your stoic reverence
Your performative piety
Your furrowed brow your static silence
Did you ever try doing something?

For all your stoic reverence
Your performative piety
Your furrowed brow your static silence
Did you ever try doing something?

For all your stoic reverence
Your performative piety
Your furrowed brow your static silence
Did you ever try doing something?



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Brennan
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