The Mess We've Made

(album: The Mess We've Made - 2020)

Will there be anyone left,
To clean up the mess we've made?
All this blood on our hands
Won't wash away, away
My brothers and sisters
Are locked inside a cage
Will there be anyone left,
To clean up the mess,
Clean up the mess we've made?
Whoa!

The system was never broken
It was built this way
Do we change things for the better
Or just sit back and pray?
I'm tired, so tired
There's nothing left to say
Stand up with me brother
Or get the fuck out my way

Are we a disease,
Masquerading as the cure?

Will there be anyone left,
To clean up the mess we've made?
All this blood on our hands
Won't wash away, away
My brothers and sisters
Are locked inside a cage
Will there be anyone left,
To clean up the mess,
Clean up the mess we've made?

We buy shit we don't need
With money we don't have
Just to impress people
We don't give a damn about
If you think you're somehow better
'Cause you were born in calmer weather
That silver spoon
Is useless in a drought

Are we a disease,
Masquerading as the cure?

Will there be anyone left,
To clean up the mess we've made?
All this blood on our hands
Won't wash away, away
My brothers and sisters
Are locked inside a cage
Will there be anyone left,
To clean up the mess,
Clean up the mess we've made?
Whoa!