Hearsay

Where do we go when the earth is on fire

And race is a scramble for arms we can trust

And what with the hearsay, we’ve all turned to liars

Willingly slice up our minds for a crutch

And what’s left to show when the reaps we sow lie in blankets of lost lovers

And whose left to crow at the morning break of our mad days gone forever

Knowing now the outcome, do you wish that you could take back

I’m not sure I’d save us if the tables had been turned

And what is it we fight for when none of us can lookup

Hey is this thing even on

Well don’t answer all at once