Birds In Row Daltonians
Reality's a fraud
My patience could use a doctor
Sick of battles we're not willing to chose
Forced down our throats, king size bullshit to conquer
There once was a saying
About a tree and a forest, I guess
I just took that one for granted:
All my friends hate me, they voted for war
All my friends hate me, they voted for war
One hand to coax the cause
One to beat up the symptoms
A handful of bandaids on stage-4 tumors
With bed sheets cancers just turn to ghosts
I ain't scared of the dark
Just afraid of you
Allergic to all uniforms?
Prepare for a sick rash
What is it you provе at the end of a gun?
Since you chosе what I see
Shoot me in the eye
I have no use for it
When we're done stealing the walls
Of our schools to erect prisons
We could nerd out on facts
And on tools to teach us kids how to listen
All my friends hate me, they voted for war
All my friends hate me, they voted for war
One hand to coax the cause
One to beat up the symptoms
We're daltonians in deep talks
About colors we love
I ain't scared of the dark
Just afraid of you
I ain't scared of the dark
Just afraid of you
Maybe one of them
Maybe one of yours
Not sure what it means
Greens or reds or truth
We all preach
We all fall
We all see
We all know
And if browns turn to grey
And nuances fade away
Comes the time to blame the pigment
Allergic to uniforms
Color-blind and friendless
I'm going to war
