Middle Ground Lyrics

Twenty years I've lived beyond

The wreckage of our hate

The dull edge of the terror

In the space of which we wait

Our blood it freezes constantly

Clouding up our minds

From a clinical psychopathy

Of being cruel to be kind

Your hand in mine

As we go to die their truth is declined

Because death under duress

Is better than death under surrender

They televise their understanding

Or lack thereof with mystic chanting

Selling our thoughts for meager pennies

To cover the losses which we have plenty

Supply is dwindling

Demand for change has become

Condescending

How can they care if all they care to do is hate

Your hand in mine

As we go to die their truth is declined

Because death under duress

Is better than death under surrender

Your hand in mine

As we go to die their truth is declined

Because death under duress

Is better than death under surrender