Worked your way up from nothing
But with nothing standing in your way
You think you’re measured
You think you’re the definition of grace and poise

Blind eyes
Deaf ears
Cross-eyed in the centre ground
All these years

Dig it up/I’m digging up the hatchet

I’m digging up the hatchet
‘cause sometimes words are not enough
You always say ‘it’s just your age’
You only say that from your cage
Happy with what you’ve got
Satisfied with your lot

I can’t make you care

Let’s let cooler head prevail
My heart goes out to you
I hear you
I understand
Please accept this round of applause
Please accept these prayers and thoughts
Please expect nothing to change
Please understand we feel your pain
Understand it’s no one’s fault
Ynderstand that nothing more can be done
Where’s your sense of decorum
Where’s your trust in the system
They’ve gone the same way as your sense of compassion
The same way as your sense of empathy
Going, going, going, gone

Enough to be happy
To live comfortably
Enough to close your eyes
Enough to never need to ask why
Is there a cure for this acute apathy
Do you hope you’ll leave this mortal coil
Before the horror starts
Before the sleeping giant awakens

Whether you believe there’s always hope
Or you think you’re some kind of misanthrope
You take the easy way out to hide the truth unspoken
Suppression won’t make us equal
If the conversation dies there will be no sequel