Frantic
Held captive, tell me how must we live
In a world that keeps forcing us down
It seems each day, slowly pass and will fade away
No chance for hope to be found
How long will we wait before we join our hands and consolidate
We franticly search for escape from everything
See the signs, but the media's blinding us
Preparing tombstones, coffins for us all
Fabricated are the stories which indicate the rise or the fall
I hope, and I pray
God will get us through to see a better day
Depending on what they decide, genocide
What about mankind, are we leading the blind
And will we bury all these stories untold
Held captive, tell me how must we live
When the pressure keeps forcing us down
How long will we wait before we join our hands and consolidate
We franticly search for escape from everything
Tired of the pain, tired of the lies
I cannot contain what's growing inside
Can't seem to trust the we'll make a stand
It seems so unjust our lives in their hands
Cannot protect what's not in control
The lives of the weak the homes of the old
I picture blue skies turning to grey
I picture our lives wasting away
In a world that keeps forcing us down
It seems each day, slowly pass and will fade away
No chance for hope to be found
How long will we wait before we join our hands and consolidate
We franticly search for escape from everything
See the signs, but the media's blinding us
Preparing tombstones, coffins for us all
Fabricated are the stories which indicate the rise or the fall
I hope, and I pray
God will get us through to see a better day
Depending on what they decide, genocide
What about mankind, are we leading the blind
And will we bury all these stories untold
Held captive, tell me how must we live
When the pressure keeps forcing us down
How long will we wait before we join our hands and consolidate
We franticly search for escape from everything
Tired of the pain, tired of the lies
I cannot contain what's growing inside
Can't seem to trust the we'll make a stand
It seems so unjust our lives in their hands
Cannot protect what's not in control
The lives of the weak the homes of the old
I picture blue skies turning to grey
I picture our lives wasting away
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Writer(s): Daniel Peluso, Howard Andrew Brumberg
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