Mute

Winds are changing and so must the tides.
For we have been clinging to these rotten sides.
Desperate to continue on this wretched path.
Ignoring the signs as they brightly flash.
Blinding us with reality that we choose to ignore.
Turn a blind eye away and pretend it is nothing more…
Than words spoke by a few who wish to rock our boat.
Rather than accept it is a matter upon which we might just choke.
Suck air right out the room and leave us to suffocate.
If that happens then it will be our well deserved fate.

Blind of sight.
Dumb of intelligence.
All we do is filled with negligence.

Pattern to our left and scripture to our right.
Instead we walk ignoring all and spoiling for a fight.
Can you taste our air as it turns to bile?
Everything we touch ends up turning vile.
For greed is our marker and upon it we do feast.
With no thought about how we are the real beast.
Gnawing on our roots and decimating any hope.
Might as well hurry up and tie our fucking rope.
For repetition of our failures are our only wins.
And to be honest that should not bring grins.

Blind of sight.
Dumb of intelligence.
All we do is filled with negligence.

You know this to be true.
Its as real as I am to you.
Yet upon our route we stay the course.
Showing little true remorse.
Its as if we are braindead yet sure…
That annihilation is our only cure.

Blind of sight.
Dumb of intelligence.
All we do is filled with negligence.
Give me time.
Oh no its up.
Drain this wine like its blood from a cup.

Blind of sight.
Dumb of intelligence.
All we do is filled with negligence.