One Dead Three Wounded Compassionate Assassins
As compaionate assassins we're indecisive in matters of
love and war
We tend to forget the places we've explored
and of the opportunties we fail to seize
We'll do our best to ignore
And our failed revolutions, none will be mourned
Because we bought the right guns for the wrong wars
You know I'll wake up yearning for change thinking from
the synapses in the stem of brain
The risks are understood by then you're gone for good.
So just take a second to breathe and habituate to the
pain
Our lives are engrained in pictures of passing trains
Our lives are enframed in the stillness of a placid
page
But you get use to the stillness of a f..cking stagnany
life.
Some of us are moving or at least we're trying.
Swallow your delusions and hold them inside
Digest the combination of false hope and swallowed
pride
You know I'll wake up yearning for change thinking from
the synapses in the stem of brain
The risks are understood by then you're gone for good.
So just take a second to breathe and habituate to the
pain
Our lives are engrained in pictures of passing trains
Our lives are enframed in the stillness of a placid
page
And of our failed revolutions, none will be mourned
