world on edge

Words by Bryon Bowers

there was a man chained down to that mean old ground but he traveled in his head travelled ‘round the world unics versus concubines emperor just a baby wrapped in poison vines the kingdom crumbled the cities burned and cried as the people starved and died clutching worthless coins to their side [chorus] Poison vines Fed by hate Civilization seals Its own fate Words said Are In between followers see What isn't seen… the world is teetering on the edge every nation its people its own wedge if you listen keenly to their words you can see the in between you see what isn't seen but felt by their followers implicit bias guy feeling racism they don't even know in the bellies growing slow erupting at worst of times creating lack of kindness crimes [chorus] Poison vines Fed by hate Civilization seals Its own fate Words said Are In between followers see What isn't seen… hate enraged and fed by these times 2 camps on 2 hills stand 1 fire to calm their shaking hands only makes them angrier as they scratch and internal mind desire a moment of joy from hate would weep if it happened to us but ok if it happens to them [chorus] Poison vines Fed by hate Civilization seals Its own fate Words said Are In between followers see What isn't seen… anger sadness dances in our streets in white ice words and sheets fed by anger hunger never quelched in the end we must look at ourselves Will we be able to or is kindness lost To me and you… [chorus] Poison vines Fed by hate Civilization seals Its own fate Words said Are In between followers see What isn't seen…

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