I wonder what the broken call the sane
The ones
Who are whole
The ones
That have a chance
We are in constant battle
A war over what’s right
And what’s good
We paint ourselves
In shades of sin
Until we no longer recognize
Our own reflections
We are in a war
But we are our own victims
And the battlefields run red
With our blood
We are all broken
So I guess the broken
Only speak truth
And the truth is
That we don’t say anything
We just exist
And beg others to do the same