Is this really a scene?
It feels so fake
It's what your government puts in place
And the lowest bidding companies
Are the ones who would win the race
In this bottom-feeding culture of a dog-eat-dog malaise
Until there's nothing civil left
Or much any grace
While we look over our shoulders
Wondering endlessly
Who are truly our friends
I've stopped looking people in the eye
When I walk by
These days I'm happy just turning a blind eye
To their anguish, loneliness, pride
But mostly anger all wound up so tight inside
I wish them all away as I walk on by
But sometimes when I change my mind
I look up just to find a kind soul
Smiling
And for that moment
The world is so sublime
But then again
It all slips down again to nothing
Sometimes we wished we didn't
Fill ourselves up with too much hope
'Coz life always lets you down
Left you looking like a clown
To everyone around
So you've been down
Climb back up upon the mountain
We were built to overcome the insurmountable
Because we're mutable
Sometimes the best way to connect
Is to cherish the friends you have
Despite the differences of ideals and beliefs
Politics if you will
'Coz it makes no difference
When you strip it all down we're all the same
Then we can start all over again
Tabula rasa
So we can build a real scene
Let it grow untethered by anything
Let's not start stipulating everything again
'Coz it's not really working
Let's not start stipulating everything again
'Coz it's not really working
Let it breathe
Let it grow
Let it breathe
Let it grow
Let it breathe
Let it grow
Let it breathe
Let it grow
Let it breathe
Let it grow
Let it breathe
Let it grow
Let it be
Let it be
Let it be