Give & Take
For what it's worth I,
Prayed for you and sought the counsel
Of the wise men from the east.
But you set your sights on burning bridges.
If time is so precious,
Why is it something that we're always trying to kill?
I'm at opposing ends of the beast,
Where empathy meets will.
Take your life,
Back from those who would
Place you on a scale and measure.
Wasted youth,
Bare the noose.
You're as guilty as those you condemn.
Man your post,
Fix your eyes.
You've been kept in the company of cynics.
We are not, a dead culture,
Bound to earth by inanity.
Revolt.
Revolt.
I've been trying to shake this off, but I can't.
It keeps coming back, we keep coming back to
Look for progress in this walk, but there is none.
It keeps coming back, we keep coming back to
Revolt.
Revolt.
I've been trying to shake this off, but I can't.
It keeps coming back, we keep coming back to
Look for progress in this walk, but there is none.
It keeps coming back, we keep coming back to
This is not a call to arms,
It's a call to lay them down,
No comfort, no martyr, no saint, you pushed my face in the dirt
And I have watched you grow,
You were meant for so much more.
Than these hurtful things you've brought as weapons.
I am the final hope of my people.
My daughter's eyes,
They guide me home.
We made a promise in youth to be steadfast.
This conflict pierces me to my bones.
My walk must now change.
Prayed for you and sought the counsel
Of the wise men from the east.
But you set your sights on burning bridges.
If time is so precious,
Why is it something that we're always trying to kill?
I'm at opposing ends of the beast,
Where empathy meets will.
Take your life,
Back from those who would
Place you on a scale and measure.
Wasted youth,
Bare the noose.
You're as guilty as those you condemn.
Man your post,
Fix your eyes.
You've been kept in the company of cynics.
We are not, a dead culture,
Bound to earth by inanity.
Revolt.
Revolt.
I've been trying to shake this off, but I can't.
It keeps coming back, we keep coming back to
Look for progress in this walk, but there is none.
It keeps coming back, we keep coming back to
Revolt.
Revolt.
I've been trying to shake this off, but I can't.
It keeps coming back, we keep coming back to
Look for progress in this walk, but there is none.
It keeps coming back, we keep coming back to
This is not a call to arms,
It's a call to lay them down,
No comfort, no martyr, no saint, you pushed my face in the dirt
And I have watched you grow,
You were meant for so much more.
Than these hurtful things you've brought as weapons.
I am the final hope of my people.
My daughter's eyes,
They guide me home.
We made a promise in youth to be steadfast.
This conflict pierces me to my bones.
My walk must now change.
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Writer(s): Timothy Watts
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