Do you have to turn off your conscience to be able to turn on the news?
We’re all pacified, mutually reassured and thoroughly confused.
There’s a war raging inside me and every single night I lose.
Every move I make within this moral hedge maze belies the truth;
We get further every day.
There is no right way.
We’re all decadent degenerates who are playing dress up for keeps,
So concerned with the ways we’ve learned to bleat like black-clad sheep.
We rely on the lies we pass off to ourselves as ideologies.
They’ve got big hands and tight grasp and you’re still within their reach.
There’s no right way; we just play the hand we’re dealt each day, so sure that we’re faultless.
all rights reserved