Now I don’t get your morals, and I don’t get your words
You’re surrounded by a world that plays low blows and reverbs.
That’s not a fair playing field, and no one is right,
But like cattle to slaughter
We back down from the fight.
We fall into greed, we suffer from envy
Don’t know who to follow because our shepherd’s astray
Now we’re a lost generation, don’t know where we belong
Don’t know who we are, or where we came from.
But what happened to lambs into lions?
Did the lions turn to lambs?
And prescription pills
Fighting to be first
Forgetting to think.
We don’t question,
We don’t seem to mind,
Just follow the leader
And follow him blind.
All we believe is what we’re told to use
Prescriptions to take, and drugs to abuse
Too much energy, you must have ADD,
You’re much too quiet, there must be something wrong
Perhaps all you need is a mountain to cruise
To find yourself again,
Under clear skies and open air.
But people flock to the masses
Unable to choose
What is right for themselves,
They’re just singin’ their blues.
Mindin their own business, and not watchin’ the clues
So what happens to the stories that don’t get told?
On the flashing screens, in mass advertisements
By the methodic calm voices of the everyday news.
What sort of stories do we miss everyday?
What sort of heroism is skipped that way?
People helping people, and showing compassion
That’s the stuff they forget to tell
The power of your neighbor, of the friendly face on the street
They don’t mention that strangers lend a helping hand,
Thousands of flights happen every day, no one gets hurt
But with the violence flashing before our eyes
There is nothing left
But fear and hate,
The wondrous things happen every day,
“Let’s just let people fight people”
And keep em’ at bay.
Everyone is portrayed as dangerous, insane.
Those who are different contrast those who abstain
From thinking for themselves, those doing what’s right,
Not because someone told them too, but because it’s all black and white
Whats right and what’s wrong, its all crystal clear
So what happened to
Standing up for the fight, for the things that are right
Standing up to be proud
Defending your pride.
We think too much and we care too little,
Words come out of our mouths
But we’re not saying a thing
Over educated, suffocating, choking on our own bills
We’re drowning in our own pursuit of happiness.
Being kicked while we’re down
At a loss for words
We go quiet, we go silent,
With our nose to the ground.
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make
A heav’n of hell, a hell of heav’n.
If we cant save ourselves
Cant get up,
With help from one another,
If we cant think for ourselves and band together,
Stop believing everything we hear,
If we continue on, afraid of each other
No progress will be made
We’re just heading to slaughter.
© Kaysha Riggs 2014