Middle Ground

20 years I've lived beyond
The wreckage of our hate
The dull edge of the terror
In the space of which we wait

Our blood it freezes constantly
Clouding up our minds
From a clinical psychopathy
Of being cruel to be kind

Your hand in mine
As we go to die their truth is declined
Because death under duress
Is better than death under surrender

They televise their understanding
Or lack thereof with mystic chanting
Selling our thoughts for meager pennies
To cover the losses which we have plenty

Supply is dwindling
Demand for change has become
Condescending
Why do you care if all you care to do is hate

Your hand in mine
As we go to die their truth is declined
Because death under duress
Is better than death under surrender

Your hand in mine
As we go to die their truth is declined
Because death under duress
Is better than death under surrender



Credits
Writer(s): Manish Pandya
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