poison well

Is it our faith in men, which fails to comprehend?

The wicked wars that we wage, cause greed ain’t got no enemy.

And I proclaim, that we have lost the game, 

Of cat and mouse, friend or foe, the hunter and the hunted.

The meek shall inherit the earth, and the, Promised Land is waiting for it’s King.

Like a bride left at the altar.

And in the bottom of our hearts, the thirst is never quenched, by this poison well.

And there are highs and there are lows, 

There’s what you think and what you know, 

There’s what you spend and what you hold, 

There’ll come a time for you to go.

And you can take it as it comes, and kid yourself that you are living,

But we are made of what we eat, and you have plenty left for giving.

And it’s a long way home, when there ain’t no bread crumbs,

To lead us out of the woods,  and no signal flare to fire.

And all our kin, can tell our children when, the excuses run out,

That it was time to pay the piper.

And somewhere on the other side of the world, there’s someone claiming glory in spilled blood, 

In the name of your God and mine.

And in the bottom of our hearts, the thirst is never quenched, by this poison well.

And there are highs and there are lows, 

There’s what you think and what you know, 

There’s what you spend and what you hold, 

There’ll come a time for you to go.

And you can take it as it comes, and kid yourself that you are living,

But we are made of what we eat, and you have plenty left for giving.

And yeah we all can make mistakes, it’s when you know the right but trade your conscience as a currency, cause when you need it, it will splinter.

And now we’re standing on this cliff and looking straight down…  And trying not to fall…