Everything in Moderation
Everything in Moderation
Don't tread on me, don't tread on you
This is the universal truth
Gettin' it all mixed up
Said it's all gettin' mixed up
You say it's alright but not to me
Out there, they demand, "listen!"
Online everywhere, "listen!"
It's all mixed up is what it is.
Tell me why the last straw, at least this is what I saw,
Broke when religion took a fall
Hope that there's no pallbearers, should've acted earlier
Ironic there's been saints arrested: what does it solve?
Triumphant as it might be, the sound of marching feet
Why destroy these beloved streets?
The world is a dystopia, but focused social media
You say it's alright but not to me
The human spirit gets up
We persist and pick ourselves up
That's alright but not in this economy
Everyone's black and blue
Everyone's a different hue
If you think love's obligatory and skin's a sin
Screw you
Tell me is this last brawl, our doing - possible,
Or could it be the universe's fault
That these diseased few months, and caustic unjust
Could be reflected in a tragic cosmic bust
We all go through darkness and learn a lot from it
By being pushed out the nest and growing up
The Earth starts revolving us, a brazen face rebellious
Gotta love teenage adolescence
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Everything in Moderation
Everything in Moderation
Don't tread on me, don't tread on you
This is the universal truth
Gettin' it all mixed up
Said it's all gettin' mixed up
You say it's alright but not to me
Out there, they demand, "listen!"
Online everywhere, "listen!"
It's all mixed up is what it is.
Tell me why the last straw, at least this is what I saw,
Broke when religion took a fall
Hope that there's no pallbearers, should've acted earlier
Ironic there's been saints arrested: what does it solve?
Triumphant as it might be, the sound of marching feet
Why destroy these beloved streets?
The world is a dystopia, but focused social media
You say it's alright but not to me
The human spirit gets up
We persist and pick ourselves up
That's alright but not in this economy
Everyone's black and blue
Everyone's a different hue
If you think love's obligatory and skin's a sin
Screw you
Tell me is this last brawl, our doing - possible,
Or could it be the universe's fault
That these diseased few months, and caustic unjust
Could be reflected in a tragic cosmic bust
We all go through darkness and learn a lot from it
By being pushed out the nest and growing up
The Earth starts revolving us, a brazen face rebellious
Gotta love teenage adolescence
Everything in Moderation
Don't tread on me, don't tread on you
This is the universal truth
Gettin' it all mixed up
Said it's all gettin' mixed up
You say it's alright but not to me
Out there, they demand, "listen!"
Online everywhere, "listen!"
It's all mixed up is what it is.
Tell me why the last straw, at least this is what I saw,
Broke when religion took a fall
Hope that there's no pallbearers, should've acted earlier
Ironic there's been saints arrested: what does it solve?
Triumphant as it might be, the sound of marching feet
Why destroy these beloved streets?
The world is a dystopia, but focused social media
You say it's alright but not to me
The human spirit gets up
We persist and pick ourselves up
That's alright but not in this economy
Everyone's black and blue
Everyone's a different hue
If you think love's obligatory and skin's a sin
Screw you
Tell me is this last brawl, our doing - possible,
Or could it be the universe's fault
That these diseased few months, and caustic unjust
Could be reflected in a tragic cosmic bust
We all go through darkness and learn a lot from it
By being pushed out the nest and growing up
The Earth starts revolving us, a brazen face rebellious
Gotta love teenage adolescence
Writer: Peter Fox
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid