Mixed Kid Fridays

Lyrics

Been awake the whole night
Scratching these red eyes
No sight.
Blind from inconsistencies.
A living dream reality.
Trying to justify
The words that were not said.
A reason things didn't go our way
And a reason I'm not dead.
Come sing why
Beauty in this melody.
Fuck
Just take my hand
Not losing faith
In fellow man.
Come
let's take this stand
We'll stand as one
On common land.
Organized religion
crafting ripples in the sand.
The bleeding drum of death
In the hands of another man.
Shifted hope for some
Under profits in demand.
The rich still sleep lavishly
The poor will let them be.
Hate
Peace
Life
Faith
Shame
War
Death
Love