This, Our Battle Cry
Conscience
how far will this train take me today?
let's make war with our words and never repent
the innate depression that comes with these thoughts
and as the dream slowly gives way to the sounds of heartache
over the months
i'll make up anything to get out of explaining the paths i have crossed
it's not written in the stars it's right here in my heart the words that always keep me going strong
and i don't see it in their lies it's missing from your eyes passion, emotion, or semblances of pain at the world around you, at the concrete buildings, at the starving children dying everyday while we sit here talking sipping coffee half drunk happy
i'll try to write all of these songs
and maybe in some coffeeshop you'll learn to sing along
and then i'll open for some band you can jam on the drums
for a couple of minutes we'll be as one
you'll smash those buckets, pretend they're the state
i'll forget about conscience...
From Letras Mania