Can you hear the laboured sounds my voice makes
10 months blur to one day right before my eyes
They bring in more scorpions and just about anything under the sun
What do you see?
I've seen the way that you hold your hands in close to their mouths
Mocking your prayers all the, while howling "don't judge me"
I've never made more than I should have by god
My god, is this. Is this how the world ends?
Once was enough
Once was enough
The greener the pastures, the thicker the rough
Once was enough
For love of life or for love of reason
Somehow I'm still breathing
But hold your guns move them to the center
I promise you this, kid, it gets worse before it gets better
I've seen the way that they plot, position and poison
The water in misguided effort to shut you up
I said, I said I've never made more than I could have, by god
My god, is this how the world is? Every day of my life