And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks

One more day, I can give my notice, collect my check and run

Another frail and broken body a mother buries her son

A million dollar loan could help the decay of my service

Put away my foolish things and execute the servants

I don't know what's left to say

Nothing seems right these days

I don't know anything

Where we go from here?

A thought of how the screens are louder than all the silence

Cause the pictures are enough, another story about violence

No free thoughts, but it's hard to think about something else

In disguise, it's no surprise, the snakes eating itself

Paranoid is someone who knows little of what's going on.

A man in a high tower making it up as he moves along

A bloody child on the news says that she lost her gun

A father sits alone in silence cause his son is undone

I don't know

I don't know

I don't know

Where we go from here?

I don't know

I don't know

I don't know

Where we go from here?

Where we go from here?

Where we go from here?