The Crease Rule - Apocalypse Man

The ageing dinosaurs
Are finally serving time
And in these tiny bits and pieces
We visualize
A better world
An even field
And a final destination for the ones making us feel
A little smaller
Lost in the carbon
Stuck here consuming
All of the poison
Stop calling your arms guns
And listen to the person standing right beside you
She's got a lotta shit that could change the world
Stop calling your arms guns
I know you did what needed to be done
But as the times change you look stuck out in the mud.
I zoned out with my privileges
And I whined about my job
And when the government came after me
I pleaded to the mob
I lit a torch
I raised my voice
But it did a lot more damage
Being 20 years too late
We have a problem
Please forgive us
For our fathers work
And brothers words
Illuminating blindness
They say fools seldom differ
And a cough turns to a cold
The virus makes our winter season
A fortnights weight in gold
It's a simple chain reaction
From the richest to the poor
And the system works against her
We inherit
We inherit
A fire
A pile of garbage
A soul survival
The end of all we love
Stop calling your arms guns
I know you got a lot to prove now days
But you should shut your mouth
And use your brain for once

Written by:
Kyle Hohmann

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