Here/There

Take a breath Take a step Take whatever you need In these times that try our souls it's getting harder just to be Consequence Common sense So conveniently obsolete We're getting tired, drifting further off from better days We're getting lost inside opinion wars and waves of hate Truth be told we're getting old long before we even reach aged Life's become so black and white The answers all biased and prescribed To hide the fact that we're all terrified Of never getting over it In the meantime Fill our heads with more regrets and lies Crossroads On the fence At the end of our rope Nothing left for us to try Except for clinging onto hope Maybe when We up-end And start over again We'll see Life's become so black and white The answers all biased and prescribed To hide the fact that we're all terrified Of never getting over it In the meantime Fill our heads with more regrets and lies Keep it all inside Maybe wake up when we die Keep it all inside Maybe wake up when we die Life's become so black and white The answers all biased and prescribed To hide the fact that we're all terrified Of never getting over it In the meantime Fill our heads with more regrets and lies Keep it all inside Maybe wake up when we die Keep it all inside Maybe wake up when we die