Fealty

Is there medicine for this?
Is there a number I could call?
They handed us a cup of piss
They told us to drink it all
Is there medicine for this?
Is there a number I could call?
To decipher to caterwaul
Struck out, a swing and a miss
The free world in free fall

Set my soul ablaze
Because these days
They're all the same
I'm tired of losing sleep
All of our dreams
So incomplete



Credits
Writer(s): Conor Hicks
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