HALLOWEEN ON CHRISTMAS

[Verse 1]
They say that evil's in the eye of the beholder
Yet we’re not beholding anyone accountable
They say that freedom isn’t free but how much money do I need before even get to feel it just an ounce or two?
The world it never makes me feel fine
It’s on my back, the lack of resources to heal right?
Turn off your empathy if you every need to sleep tight
I never say these words out loud cuz then it’s real life
They ask me when will we define the line, while holding pens in both hands
And papers 40 stories high, they cry out loud and don’t know why
The tasking cemeteries, we die, we cry, they question our resistance
And tear our hearts to shreds, and ask us why were cold as ice

[Hook]
Pedal on the floor until he’s sleeping with the fishes
He’s going to that place where they have Halloween on Christmas
It’s not scary, no more frightening then the way he’s just existing
A couple bad apples screwed the couple other billions
But its fine
What is life?
It’s just fine
What is life?
But it’s fine
What is life?
What is the purpose of these hands, to not demand your life get put into your own?

[Verse 2]
Writing on the walls, it never caused no harm or benefit
The least you could inspire peoples bargaining for relevance
The grass is growing greener while you sit and pray for water
So it’s over before it started, take some notes and you’ll get farther
I am flawed, I am tattered leavings marks along the line
This time I’ll give it power, serving blessings when there’s time
There’s something spiritual about making something out of nothing
Find a diamond in a rough, and go pawn it for a salary
The damage, it takes two lifetimes to get it
Keep splitting your decisions on assertion or permissions
And lately I think painfully I’ve made my bed as well
Meaning daily I don’t take these revolutions on the shelf
And resolutions to myself are getting further by the minute
And conclusion tries to break me down to never go the distance
Never thought it nothing more than just a surface level sadness
We’re rooted deep in soil of aggression less than passive

[Hook]
Pedal on the floor until he’s sleeping with the fishes
He’s going to that place where they have Halloween on Christmas
It’s not scary, no more frightening then the way he’s just existing
A couple bad apples screwed the couple other billions
But its fine
What is life?
It’s just fine
What is life?
But it’s fine
What is life?
What is the purpose of these hands, to not demand your life get put into your own?