And here we find ourselves,
Where,
All loyalty is lost.
Lines are blurred and crossed,
This sense of self
and self-construction
only result in certain self-destruction
we turn off the concern
and so exchange it for panic
coming to in open waters
turns free into manic
flailing and wailing
longing for some sense of direction
but no one wants to hear they're wrong
only right
and we're all right
and we're alright
we're the sudden silence
of a war-torn night
but don't look now.
