Frustrations

The frustrations of neutrality Haunt me daily and oh, especially nightly Your measured responses are misplaced Oh, and your favourite line: "It is what it is" Isn't it good enough to ask what's right? Softly enough that no one could object? I withdraw again in my shameful earnestness Wiping my heart dripping on my sleeve How long will you try to tell yourself that justice is an acquisition? I would gladly trade my accolades if it would mean a revelation Walls can be torn down by furious hands If we're unafraid of blood and dirt, otherwise We infinitely replicate, brick by brick In this wasteland you call history How long will you try to tell yourself that justice is an acquisition? I would gladly trade my accolades if we could be a revelation Let's pretend we're not what we've been through Or hold ourselves too tightly to attack Oh god the things I've turned myself into Watch me turn back Watch me turn back When I tire of this fight, that could be the rest of our lives, Who would blame me if I fall? When I tire of this fight, that's just when I decide to rise How long will you try to tell yourself that justice is an acquisition? I would gladly trade my accolades if we could be a revelation Let's pretend we're not what we've been through Or hold ourselves too tightly to attack Oh god the things I've turned myself into Watch me turn back Watch me turn back