Sharper

Everybody's gotten sharper Not in their brains - just in their blades Superficially the same It's a certain type of hell An all-too certain type of... game When it's predator and prey Your bandage and your blade Everybody's gotten witty We've lost our shame & become vain Ridiculous and pretty Ridiculous beyond restraint It's a certain type of cell A possessive kind of... state When we let ideas own us And get married to their names Now I don't think what I thought before That's how I stay out of the war Everybody is a pity Gift-given tragedy and shame Walking blindly in the city Dizzy stumbling and lame It's a certain tone of bell It's a ringing I can't... shake A crack is splittin' through the center The ringin's driving me insane Now I don't know what I knew before Now I don't think what I thought before Now I don't blink when I see a soul That's how I stay out of the war Everybody could get better Draw their lines and find their place Closer with a contoured center Slow the spiral to a sway We're all made of the same matter So don't we matter all the same?