Jude Joseph - Ongoing War Program Lyrics

We sang songs penned by our fallen mentors that we'd never met
It was a temperate late December day and there was guesswork on our breath
Cos this unrelenting sense of raw uncertainty was tugging at our sleeves
And anything was welcome that could set our wretched minds at ease

Alas, my head was bedlam
You weren't much better off
There was something in the air
It felt peculiar and it made you choke and cough
If a softened countenance is all that we can offer one another
Then have we already failed each other?

What with the lack of recognition for submission that we have
On a collective level, of course everything was fine
There's an ever-present ebb and flow you have to follow
Joy relies on sorrow
I thought about that every waking minute
Until my chest turned numb and hollow

Now I'm unfazed beyond each moment as it passes by
Is it balance or suppression?
That's anyone's guess, can't say I really mind
If a carefree countenance provides cause for concern between one another
Then have we already failed each other?