1.

Blood comes out of the many blisters

Gaping wounds pounded deep in to our society

They asked for our help, and we answered

We need theirs, yet our pleas are answered by silence

How can we live in war, when there is no peace

What freedom exists when our very believes tear themselves up

Then burn our very core, melting our hearts

Don’t humans guide themselves on emotion

We dismiss logic like the fly on our leg

Foolish ideas by foolish people maybe, but at least they make sense

Why do we need to think when we can be thought

Work is needless when labor produces no rewards

Bountiful, bountiful harvest, now burning, burning ashes

We had pride, we were the best

Top of the world, in our minds. Our ignorance was bliss

We loved our country, at first because of our pride for it

Now because we can live and be wealthy, yet still be undeserving

Our nation, our freedom, and our lives have become terms

All we know is their definition, we forget their souls

And now, what is our punishment? We no longer have them

2.

If we knew death looked us in the eye, would we run away?

If we saw our clocks ticking, one by one by one

What would we do? Do we believe in such a thing as raw emotion?

How can we react when we can’t see, hear, or feel?

Our hearts are banging, pounding, screaming

Louder and louder, until they burst

But we won’t feel it, we won’t care

The age that was too far gone to remember

That famous, true statement, ringing in our ears

History always, always, always repeats itself

Luckily, we will survive, we will repair

All we can hope for now is that the future will look up on the world

Hope that it looks down on us, because it’s too late now

Restricted, violated, running, running, running away from…nothing?

We don’t know our future, there is no big picture for us

Our comfort zone gets larger and larger

As the world gets smaller and smaller

Greed is the mother of selfishness

Which just so happens to be the father of death

Look at us now, stare us straight in the face

I ask that all you say, think, or do to us

All I want to remember, for you and me

Hold our hand, look us in the eye, and scream “good luck!”

Good luck, as we plunge down the cliff…