Kill The Light

As we sit around watching days go by
Afraid to ask the questions because of the answers we might find
Comfort breeds contentment. Confrontation fosters resentment
And slowly we grow cold as we watch ourselves implode
Cynicism is not a sign of intelligence. Deny the spirit-a crime of negligence
Pushing back what has been given. Come to terms with the way we are livin'
Observing the light’s dying glow. As we watch ourselves implode
Mocking what we don’t understand. Biting off the giving hand
Our poorest questions answered in fact, never think of offering back
We must be scared of contemplation. Our will to search lost in isolation. Work!
And so it goes. And so we go. And so it goes along and so we move along
Cut the nose. Spite the face. On this road without a trace. Without a trace