Domesticated - No Trigger

standing with bare backs against structures built strongly of good faith

add lies

subtract some care

obligation becomes optional and they collapse

Its all that we thought and there s nothing here

stand up and listen to the sounds

the bullets scream the children drop in silence face-first to the ground

there s no one to care

no one to see an end

jet planes explode midair and our dreams fill the cabin

not fast enough to adapt to all the changes

still not strong enough to accept the status quo

the salted knife is inside turning slow

but this is all that we know

cut a branch off my family tree

it made sense to me

until now

soon we ll try

because it s worth a try

and then we ll take what was ours to begin with

right now it s hard to breathe but we ll survive

forget the third world

forget disease

reveal scars

stab me with a scimitar

look around normal faces hide worse problems in our backyard

don t hide the scars, stand up and listen to the sounds

bullets screaming

children dropping

no one watching as they nail the ground