Statehood Every Single Question
Hanging heads make senseless sighs
Empty promises with worthless bribes
Apartment life on Metro lines
Sounds of planes and distant strife
I am but a puppet with severed swinging strings
scratched, filthy, and torn at the seams
pressure on my chest, sinking, stirring,
haunted by you my ghostly gues
If I had the answers for every single question
Would that have made you end these wars?
I tried my best.
From a script we read the scenes
pointing fingers, selecting teams
How were we to ever know
just how shallow we could go If I had the answers for
every single question
Would that have made you end these wars?
And if I knew the right direction
Would that have made you stay
Lose control
If I had the answers for every single question.
Would that have made you end these wars?
And if I knew the right direction
Would that have made you stay
Lose control
Love, stop haunting me.
