In the light of day and the dead of night. Colour coded in
Black and white. What a fucking time to be alive. Minor shifts
In what means to survive. I always thought that life was
Worth so much more. It’s a choice; you make them every day.
Big or small; the ripple will get you anyway. What kind of life
Can we expect to lead when all this shit is plastered up for
Us to see? Corrupt and imbalanced on the streets. They play
The victim but the truth is it could be you or me. Who’s to say
Who’s next or who’s safe? It could be you or could be me. A
Fucked up way to behave in this fucked up world we call our
Home. They never have to pay for their fucked up ways. It
Makes no sense. They walk away. What’s left to say? We’ve
Seen it all. Humankind; the rise and fall. We should’ve seen
This from afar. It’s been this way since the fucking start.