My Brothers

I see you preaching
You flagrant boys
Behind the laughter
Reason cloys
I see nothing
In your eyes
It's hard to choose now
It's death or lies

You choked on wisdom
And it became your cage
Now you stand so useless
With all of your rage

The world is falling
Outside the door
And the ceiling looks like it won't hold much more
Your pride is hanging by a thread
Don't run from problems, man
Just take them to bed

Calm down, you are screaming
But the words make no sense
All you know is you are chosen
All you know is you are blessed

Nothing is going to save you
Better understand
You humbugs
My brothers
We are just the same
It's, It's in your head
It's in your home
It's in your cul de sac
It's in your bed
It's in your eyes
It's in your quiet nights
It's in your bed
It's in your eyes
It's in your cul de sac
In your bed
In your eyes
It's in your quiet night
In your head
Like a thorn



Credits
Writer(s): Gilberto Martell
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