Nothing Ever Changes - Hotel Books

The pain of our broken bones

Holds no candle to the pain of our broken homes

The bothersome cold and fatherless homes

Who is to blame but our own?

When mothers overseas

See pain that we don’t know

And they pray their offspring have no double X chromosome

'Cause if so, they become triple-X photo drones

While we spend our time alone on our cellular phones

Not connecting with each other’s minds

And definitely not connecting with each other’s souls

And this black hole’s just the right size for the devil to make his home

And it’s sad to say, but I can unfortunately admit that

Time after time, I’ve let these demons inhabit my mind

But can you blame me when I’m raised in a nation that

Teaches me every time I make a mistake

I can just blame society?

And my United States is a product of history books

Not history

And I’m the child of enough stern preaching

To believe in things I can’t even see

But I’ll take it with no reason

'Cause I need some sort of clarity and dignity

Through this changing season

And people say I’m speaking blasphemy and unrighteously

And I’m gonna regret this

When really, I’m just telling you what I’m afraid of

And they say I’m gonna wish I could eat my words

When I meet my maker

But I’ve compromised myself so many times

That I don’t even know what I’m made of

So forgive me

I’m just another broken human

Trying to live freely