Old

This is getting old to have to cling to hope that you don't burn this rope
It's all become a joke
How far will you go to prove to those down low that the sheer site of fire
It doesn't mean there's smoke
This is getting old

Skyline's bleed trust
Punches turn to dust
How we are all equals
The shiniest steel still rusts
A challenge to our land
An offered balled fist hand
A lie to spite the light just cause you can't understand
This is getting old

A ploy to create sides
Ballpoint pen divides brothers, foes, and friends then you go run and hide
You, yourself, and stone
Spotlight all alone
Pursuit of grandiose wrapped in thoughts unknown
This is getting old

Hold on to the truth for your children
Hold on tight for your children

A sense the ship's sinking
A censorship of thinking
Threats for anyone
A foolish voice for fun
This is getting old
This is getting old
This is getting old
This is getting old
Trust the truth will unfold
This is getting old



Credits
Writer(s): Kasey Keenan
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