Beefive

Used to be when you get knocked down You'd take a bump on the cold, hard ground But the world's gone soft, now the soil is padded It's easier to hit the like than be emphatic The measure of a man ain't much anymore A million fingers point before the crime scene is explored Ill intent. Words of Sin You can speak, but don't offend Ill intent, words of sin Guilty with no chance to defend Even if you ask a question, you'll fail to get a word in Even if you make more points, that isn't how you win Take in the world with one eye closed Speculate to fill in the blanks, what type of facts are those? Maybe if we started neutral, the planet wouldn't seem so sad All in all, running water ain't so bad