Old

This is getting old to have to cling to hope that you don't burn this rope It's all become a joke How far will you go to prove to those down low that the sheer site of fire It doesn't mean there's smoke This is getting old Skyline's bleed trust Punches turn to dust How we are all equals The shiniest steel still rusts A challenge to our land An offered balled fist hand A lie to spite the light just cause you can't understand This is getting old A ploy to create sides Ballpoint pen divides brothers, foes, and friends then you go run and hide You, yourself, and stone Spotlight all alone Pursuit of grandiose wrapped in thoughts unknown This is getting old Hold on to the truth for your children Hold on tight for your children A sense the ship's sinking A censorship of thinking Threats for anyone A foolish voice for fun This is getting old This is getting old This is getting old This is getting old Trust the truth will unfold This is getting old