Bricks

And so the blind man shooting at the world His anger engulfs the weak, the slow How low Broken cross around his neck Reminder of his righteousness It's all unknown Come now, child, your sympathy Will leave you bleeding broken and alone Hollow We've arrived at nonsense It's hysteria, the news will tell you so The silence is deafening An echo of reality Forced upon unsuspecting innocence Dreaming lucid Broken lives and shattered love Weightless bullets trim your hair Turning your blood to mercury, so numb How come The icy winds of reason Cannot pierce the walls they've built around your soul Below Twisting vision before your eyes To mask the screams of Parkland's heavy skies Enough Conscience hangs in tattered threads Suspended animation, it's for show