Bury the leader into the ground
We'll all be okay if they just stay down
Is there justice left in our brains?
Or is our ignorance all just the same?
The fast track to benevolence has been twisted and squeezed
If we were better, we'd cry over all these things
But our patience has been cast into a grave
We're left with contention and an attraction to shame
A man named Cain walked these streets alone
If he had been thinking, he would have hid ables bones
What happens when jealousy becomes a murderous act
Then we'd all be convicted from these thoughts we had had
These holes we've been digging they aren't nearly deep enough
For the amount of sincerity that was all just a bluff
If your a liar, I guess I'm probably too
We're all just hoping that we've got the right truth
Who is my master? I can only have one
If it matters, why has nobody won?
Who is my master? I can only have one
Will it matter, when somebody's won
Path up the patchwork tear down the tears
There's no use in fixing something that was never there
Place a bandage over your mouth
And hope your silence keeps those leaders buried down
credits
from The Morning's Malaise,
released March 17, 2023
Music and Lyrics by: Mirabelle Skipworth
Mixing Engineer: Julia Norah
Mastering Engineer: Brian Kovacs
Bass and Electric Guitar: Terry Boring
Piano and Backing Vocals: Cody Piper
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