People are sick of war
They’re sick of hawks and eagles
Unspeakable evils
Lines drawn across a living room floor
Sick of the rat race
White goods and black arms
Fast lanes going nowhere fast
Can’t even make a warm embrace
People are sick of communication
A web of lies a web of hurt
Confusion drawn from bloodlust
Invoking dreams to depths of abrasion
No one will lead with utmost clarity
Moral fibre and careful thoughts
Everybody is owned everyone bought
No more heroes leading through insanity
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