Talk Me To Sleep

Paper warfare in my face
 Is a bad omen these days
 My stale cigarettes
 Smoke haze in my eyes
 They never stray from the herd
 When they charge by the word
 Hopeful interjection will get you nowhere
 They give the supermarket stare
 Their response is laissez faire
 Do they talk starvation in your economics class
 They label you an alarmist
 Cause you protest the clinched fist
 And see a desperate situation for the progress of the poor
 Spirits fall as batons rise up
 The weapons budget didn't get cut
 What clever wordplay you have
 Better to speak lies, my lad
 Blind them with the truth
 And the lap dogs won't snap back
 I know we share in the guilt
 For the paper shelters we built
 We've been blinded by the fears that we've become illiterate
 It's a glass slipper that doesn't slip
 A square peg that doesn't fit
 Your righteous indignation prepackaged postage paid
 Hope for a tepid response at best
 As per your silent request
 See a desperate demonstration as you digress from the point
 Spirits fall as batons rise up
 Weapons budget didn't get cut
 But my hands did
 Blood stained pavement
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 They're asking us to die for something
 While asking us to live for nothing
 How is this world so proud
 Mistakes allowed
 No lessons learned as we keep on bowing out
 They're asking us to die for something
 While asking us to live for nothing
 How is this world so proud
 Mistakes allowed
 No lessons learned as we keep on bowing out
 No lessons learned as we keep bowing out