WORDS OF THE LIVING

(CONFLICT)

We used to listen
To the exhibition
Now we just hear the inquisition
We don't care about this new expedition
We're too busy worrying about what's...
In the kitchen, sits an apron
Which sits over a chest
And this chest belongs to a guy who's in a pretty big mess

(VERSE 2)

No more cliches
This is the new me
And my thoughts will no longer be free
I'm telling them, 'you listen to me'
No matter what people are telling you
You are good at what you do
Writing's like an engine
Thoughts are the fuel
Without them man, what is the point of you?

We used to watch the stars
Now we just see the exploding cars
Behind these rusting steel bars