Take a breath
Take a step
Take whatever you need
In these times that try our souls it's getting harder just to be
Consequence
Common sense
So conveniently obsolete
We're getting tired, drifting further off from better days
We're getting lost inside opinion wars and waves of hate
Truth be told we're getting old long before we even reach aged
Life's become so black and white
The answers all biased and prescribed
To hide the fact that we're all terrified
Of never getting over it
In the meantime
Fill our heads with more regrets and lies
Crossroads
On the fence
At the end of our rope
Nothing left for us to try
Except for clinging onto hope
Maybe when
We up-end
And start over again
We'll see
Life's become so black and white
The answers all biased and prescribed
To hide the fact that we're all terrified
Of never getting over it
In the meantime
Fill our heads with more regrets and lies
Keep it all inside
Maybe wake up when we die
Keep it all inside
Maybe wake up when we die
Life's become so black and white
The answers all biased and prescribed
To hide the fact that we're all terrified
Of never getting over it
In the meantime
Fill our heads with more regrets and lies
Keep it all inside
Maybe wake up when we die
Keep it all inside
Maybe wake up when we die