Untitled Song

I'm writin this song.

In the throngs.

Of a world we left behind.

In the daily grind.

No need to mind.

 

What we could've done

To save the none.

Instead, we're always focused on the one.

think about that some.

 

But, maybe its not too late.

We can still change our fate!

But there won't be much time.

Get to the grind.

We've fallen way behind.

I'm done with that now, take mind.

 

Cuz its like they don't even mind what we've done to ourselves.

and they feel they can ignore them history books on them shelves.

Am I the only one who delves,

into what's really going on.

 

So pick up the swords.

Bringing your voices together in a single chord.

A revolution upon us.

A sacred mission to bond us.

Grab the fallen's hand.

Bring him to his feet, help him stand.

We can do this yet! Save our common land.

 

Step. step. Step in time.

A new drummer's grabbed the sticks.

and he's ready for a new rhyme.

Better spit some new lines

Or might as well be a speech-impaired mime.

While we still have time.