Gee Watts
Текст песни Morning Soul

It's morning time
This world, an open gravesite
Breathing bodies with lifeless eyes
Bleeded souls and hearts of ice
It's morning time
A time of willful lamenting
Yet spirits are sleeping at the wake
Feeding comfort, kitchen table, break fast with high stakes
Chicken hardening waffles makes the truth over easy
Bringing home bacon from rancid pork barrels
Linked up with some bangers, grit grime for their sausage
Saw sage sages with drunken philosophies
Justify debauchery, treacheries against the community
Gotta be inebriated to keep from thinking
Temperance is just a temporary means to keep from sinking, soulless toast
To all the fallen kings who never came to be crowned
Not tutored by royalty but schooled by black faced clowns
Reality minstrel falsified what life is now
Slaughtered, spiritual beings going rage-less into their good nights
Peacefully sleeping, soulless eyes disguised as a conscience
Cascading carcasses of casualties casually open
Destruction is the lightning instead of frightening
The war on hope left lingering, zombies
Racing to screen for selfless selfies
Withering from apathy, philandering relationships
Pandering talents impregnated with indifference
Regurgitating last week's beef to sustain relevance
Maybe a promotion of death toll and criminal processions
Promote morbid family traditions
Gather around the TV news, children, instead of dinner table conversations
Souls on sale, wasted lives, straight knee to dry eye
Becoming more desensitize as the soul dies
Resuscitation attempts before final rest
Put faith to the test, don't go out without a fight
The sun is risen, walk in the light
Good morning