As a whole, each piece is important to the puzzle.
Masses fold, seek deep risk endorsements through a struggle
And they fumbled, absorbing to the hustle and loathing.
Tug of war with each hope and boasting trust with a coating.
Spoken with such notion a flowing tide would leave an ocean
And preach atonement to the willing ears of each son chosen
To rope in the hopeless and father their needs and spirits.
Weakened nearest the honored dollar that feeds us fear and…
..we can’t help to be coherent.
I watched Dole get stuck inside a new pothole.
Few lodged souls but he stayed until it got cold.
On these winter nights, no human will be outside,
Our plan might sound ripe…
…yet the clouds might open and leave our town white.
My body’s shield can easily block the wind’s drift.
I wish it could withstand pressure from the thickest.
Thousand pounds of steel intercept our mission,
Daily, frailty seeks out our nerves to sink in.
Miss a blink and we’d all be gone in an instant.
Dole tried to leave the hole and was left in pigments.
We’ve been at it all day trying to find some food.
Such a struggle that wishing death’s the type of mood
That I grew accustomed to traveling these roads
Laughing at the toads jump, stuck in battling mode.
We strive to make it to the other side of the lines,
The yellow ones were easy, now the white’s sunk in time.
I wish I was closer, don’t want to end up like Dole,
Just another turtle willing to send up his soul.
Being able to provide for your family
Sneaks in labels through road signs, forged core sanity.
Type of morse code for apathy, shit’s sad to see.
I felt unease but I knew I just had to breathe.
One step forth into the dark, let the static feed.
I’d rather see peace and live life so lavishly.
Nature’s mind tactics are weak, far from war power
It’s the humans we need to spare us one more hour