Letras
Sick of turning on the TV
Sick of seeing the catastrophic news
Sick of feeling my heart burning
Sick of caring who is who yeah
So I'm thinking that tomorrow will be better
So I'm thinking that I'll sing the blues
So I'm thinking how do you measure
So I'm thinking that who the fuck cares yeah
How many times
Are we bound to repeat it
Another decade passes
More are divided and defeated
They say
Time heals all wounds
Makes sense to me
Makes sense to you
But what are we
Left to do
But if we're numb
And come undone
What is left and
Who has won and
Who picks up the pieces
Condemn all the colors
Condemn all the years
Gallons of tears are shed
Ton of bones and who the fuck cares yeah
Condemn all the counter culture
Dismiss all those tears
Time wrinkles
As the heart grows colder
They still throw stones
At you yeah
How many times
Are we bound to repeat it
Another decade passes
More are divided and defeated
They say
Time heals all wounds
Makes sense to me
Makes sense to you
But what are we
Left to do
But if we're numb
And come undone
What is left and
Who has won and
Who picks up the pieces
How many times will this go forward
Playing over and over again
You'd think we'd find a way to play together
But greed yields War's
Bouquet in blood red
I don't know how
To make it better
I don't know
How to stop the pain
Can you help me
Understand it better
Or are we just set