No Minds’ Land


Pathetic platitudes pressing painfully against my cranium
Menacing masses marching madly in the stadium
Puppets on a string they love to sing along
Everyone’s awoke in the hive
Everyone’s awoke in the hive
Everyone’s a’ sleeping by the stile

Deadly differing dialogs thrown around
Dog whistles blown blindly, defeating you with sound
Rivals resent to respectfully disagree, don't flee
People in the bubble aren't alone
People in the bubble aren't alone
There’s still a true face to be shown

Twist and turn the topic of discussion
Tug it and pull till someone pushes the button
Their compass points to swine that cross the line
Culture's sprinting past the pale
Culture's sprinting past the pale
Ideologies meet each other to no avail

Convalesce, in a mess, put minds to the test
Look at me, am I free? I feel like all the rest
What does the future hold for a land that’s lost its way?
I'm sorry but I just can't say
Find your own path
And madness may be kept at bay

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