A purchase for the grief hands hang on the belief That the answer’s right under our nose So used to the exchange That we return another day And we’re waiting watching all alone

In our position, We can’t keep wishing For a Hollywood writers Act V This time listen Your guts been saying We cannot waste anymore time

You can try Something for your peace of mind But I don’t know just what you’d expect to find And some believe This world was made for you and I Well It’d be nice But it’s just not how it’s designed

It would buy us some relief Even though the cost is steep We may have to pay it Bloodied from the blows Motion sick caught in the throes Of a despots bullshit

Admonition Ammunition We didn’t choose these violent times The tragedy is I can’t see what’s blinding me Will you come and be my eyes?