Oh Deer, The Ambition of Man Is Against You

I'm so tired, I'm so demoralized
Eyes droop low, my thoughts can't oralise
Drive drive drive, this process so normalized
My my my, what's that on the hilly highs
The image of my idol, hero
No grimace in my face when I say this, zero
I just wanna hold you, beacon of hope, it is true
When I say these next lines, just know, they're for you

Oh my
It's a deer, it's a doe, It's a deer, it's a doe
Can't stop, can't go, I'm so infatuated
Halt halt, cease, my brain is activated
I don't wanna speak, I just want to look
There's salt on the road, on this land that we took
On This land that we took, that I don't wanna have
Those poor little things, just please give it back

This is so monotonous, this is so dull
I just wanna drop this, broke what was whole
Put a road in between grass so green
These poor little things, they can't get full
Brown little faces, black little eyes
Long skinny legs, antlers to the sky
Side of the road, more dead than alive
Tears for the fallen, cry when they die

Oh my
It's a deer, it's a doe, It's a deer, it's a doe
I see pain in those charred little eyes
I feel pain for their end, their demise
Trooper on the ground, can't hide, can't fly
Plains left them weak, plain simple, can't lie
Strike me, cymbal, that's the pitch that I screech
The lands broke down, sucked dry by a leach

I'm so broken, I can't remain faceless
I'm bond to my pulse, to the beat, till I'm traceless
Poor little deer, I wish you the best
But I can't organize the world, it's a mess

Poor little deer, I wish you the best
But I can't organize the world, it's a mess