Another tragedy and we're still doing nothing 'cause division made us stubborn
Man, I wish that we could understand the Spirit's intentions
And be less dependent
Wish my pen and my pad could correct the tension
Then again I got a question if this world's brokenness is so relentless
Does it make sense to press into this wreck so recklessly
As if we could prevent catastrophe?
I see the chasm we've made - and I can taste decay
All will waste away - the cynicism is an earthly grave
But while the curse remains, why should the hearse delay?
I allow the stress to get to me effectively reflecting the intensity
This recipe depends on we who're meant to be correcting things neglecting people
Let's see the clouds burst open
'Cause we're bruised and broken
Everything feels hopeless
I'll keep on crying until this desert is an ocean
Set off sprinklers for the fires we're stoking
An advocate of action who passively stands inactive
Past habit was enacting, but attacks have sapped his passion
Packed it up and sat distracting
Lacking 'cause he cracked when the weight of the world bashed him
Apathy's attractive
The fact of the matter: it's never matter of fact
If the facts were the matter, we could research and the retract
Instead we catapult cannibalistic cannonballs casually
Call the argument ED: it's just a flaccid fallacy
Never finding balance: only interested in challenging
To callously categorize and hide behind the malice we
Associate with opposition - pawns of missional
Admissions to a witness of the fictional
I wish that all the vicious victimizing of self
Taking issues on like a shelf
To replace abundance of wealth
Of facts wasn't the well we draw from in everyday confrontation
Consistently persisting all across the nation
Let's see the clouds burst open
'Cause we're bruised and broken
Everything feels hopeless
I'll keep on crying until this desert is an ocean
Set off sprinklers for the fires we're stoking