Nowhere to go, no place to call home
The planet dies and so do I
I work for nothing and yet for everything
My hope is as meaningful as the dope I smoke
I choke back the years and forget the tears
Love falls apart in front of my eyes
The grey color of the sky reminds me of death
I inhale as I take off, I take a deep breath
Nothing left on the ground I take to the skies
Just to turn around, to look back, to realize
We had it all, everything in our grasp, the power of gods
Yet we acted as if the pain was too much
So we sit in complacency, as we lose our agency
Responsibility was paralyzing, in the face of these lies
Holding on to something that doesn't even exist
I notice you living your fantasy, as I watch the world burn
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 1:55 PM UTC
Nowhere to go, no place to call home
The planet dies and so do I
I work for nothing and yet for everything
My hope is as meaningful as the dope I smoke
I choke back the years and forget the tears
Love falls apart in front of my eyes
The grey color of the sky reminds me of death
I inhale as I take off, I take a deep breath
Nothing left on the ground I take to the skies
Just to turn around, to look back, to realize
We had it all, everything in our grasp, the power of gods
Yet we acted as if the pain was too much
So we sit in complacency, as we lose our agency
Responsibility was paralyzing, in the face of these lies
Holding on to something that doesn't even exist
I notice you living your fantasy, as I watch the world burn
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