Dismantling the people you might know
While half the population’s claiming that “it’s just politics”
Took a walk in the rain and got lost in the undertow of everything
And journalists and children didn’t earn being bombed
But you never recognized yourself in it
Can we extend it to the rest of the earth?
I was searching for reflections in a picture of you
12 records, 4 EPs, and so much more
I'd cut out all the brutal shit, make everything more musical
We're running out of water, they already stole all the gold
Healing isn't train tracks, it's the trapeze
There's nothing fake about imagining everything