(no subject)
if i could be you, and you could be me, then we still wouldn't see eye to eye.
your words cut like a hot knife through butter, and i'm beginning to think i'd rather die
than see what you bringing to our table, and telling me that life just doesn't matter.
i say to you, yes i say to you, "is it my world you plan to shatter?"
or do you have some master scheme?
one that will make this earth gleam
with the blood of our young
and the tears for heroes unsung.
so i plead with you, on my knees:
i don't want to die knowing the world's a disease.
your words cut like a hot knife through butter, and i'm beginning to think i'd rather die
than see what you bringing to our table, and telling me that life just doesn't matter.
i say to you, yes i say to you, "is it my world you plan to shatter?"
or do you have some master scheme?
one that will make this earth gleam
with the blood of our young
and the tears for heroes unsung.
so i plead with you, on my knees:
i don't want to die knowing the world's a disease.