When I wake up tomorrow
I will be of the generation
who watched the war wage on
without their consent
for the second time
When I wake up tomorrow
I won't demand an explanation
and I'll be dressing across
the seasonal stock
when the bombs fall off
Well what's the point in that?
And tell me, what the hell is happening?
Why I seem to spend most evenings
trying to comprehend the dying,
stewing,
drumming up some grief,
falling short of understand,
feeling guilty for conceding,
more human just for trying,
but still swallowed up in
self-affirming,
second hand statements;
oh who would have the gall to state
that war is entertainment;
the point is I will never truly sympathise
or try it,
increasingly I find myself
fall extremely quiet.
And everybody thinks that
Everybody else has lost their minds
I guess it's just a sign of the times
I cover my eyes and I think of something nice.
When I wake up tomorrow
I will be of the generation
Who spoke out but
couldn't hold their words,
couldn't hold their drink
perpetually perverse to the course
(or so I've heard)
When I wake up tomorrow
And I require consultation
I want a witness to this,
none of it
was carried out in my name
Once again I am left wishing I could opt out,
I abstain,
from this fickle and archaic piss,
parading around as culture,
should I retire will you wake me in the very distant future
When we've figured out a way
to do this properly
and we can play like normal kids
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