Cut from the Cloth

Cut from the cloth, and cut quite severely
 Is this my world I no longer recognize
 I'm hearing common words, common expressions
 But nothing is common in my eyes
 How do people sleep amidst the slaughter
 Why would they vote in favor of their own defeat
 Get out to the well and check the water
 Results were incomplete
 Cut from the cloth
 Cut from the cloth, and dead to the masses
 Just another case to be eulogized
 But I'm breathing, breathing with no assistance
 And responding to stimuli
 Can anyone explain these new laws of nature
 Why would they rule in favor of their own defeat
 Cynics are excused from standing up to problems
 Because they can't get out of their seats
 Cut from the cloth, ran out screaming
 I hope that none of this will stick to me
 Everyone is nice, everyone is kind now
 At least they're nice and kind to me
 Why would they fold up something so precious
 Why would they sing in favor of their own defeat
 Maybe they found their voice while out shopping
 The price was hard to beat
 Cut from the cloth...