Give Me Death

      So it shall be written
So it shall be done
Here I am stuck on a planet
With nowhere to run

I’ve got no device for escape, this calls
For more than a bottle of cold gin
So it is written, time is coming to an
End but I didn’t wanna see it begin

It’s the year twenty, twenty we should
Be living in a world of peace and light
But instead we’re divided and living
In a world of turmoil in our darkest night

We’re in a constant fight and soon we’ll
Listen to the Swan as she sings
As long as we let ourselves be Marionettes
And let the media pull the strings

As for me I don’t wish to live in this world
With the fighting and political shibboleth
Give me back my world and learn to love
Or you can simply give me death

Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright © 06/25/2020
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