Same Old Rivers

There are no vacancies
For lazy arsed complacency
The lost opportunities
To mis-heard immunity

So many sheep get side tracked
By hollow words and wise cracks
Hypnotised by the fragrancy
Of billy bullshit pou pouri

We drift along contented rivers
Into the seas of apathy
Where all fight and resistance withers
Devolve into the conscience free
Drifting down the same old rivers
Where nothing ever rocks the boat
Bodies bloat and minds grow thinner
Just satisfied to stay afloat

There's no escaping
The consequence of a ticking clock
It's hard to contemplate a change
Before my thumping heartbeat stops

You'll never beat a sneaky cheat
With a condescending tweet
It's just obvious and lame
You need to think about raising your game

Daren't breathe daren't make a sound
Scared to step from the merry go round
Water wings for obedient troops
Rebels all swimming in concreate boots

We drift along contented rivers
Into the seas of apathy
Where all fight and resistance withers
Devolve into the conscience free
Drifting down the same old rivers
Where nothing ever rocks the boat
Bodies bloat and minds grow thinner
Just satisfied to stay afloat



Credits
Writer(s): Graham Cooke
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