Going Back from Down Time's by Seth Hanson

What's coming soon
And what's here now
Can't be too different

I mean if tomorrow
Depends on today
Is it already over?

I mean look at those oil dark oceans
And the wine in our veins

Even all the deserts
Didn't used to be deserts

And hear all the shots
In the bars that we hoped
Might be safe this time

But here on the news
In the president camps
There's profit in pain

But you can only drain
So much of your own blood

So I know this place will destroy itself
But not before it destroys us

So hold on

To the ground
That it might outlive me
And outlive all of us
And this toxic masculinity

That condemns consent
For threatening their sense of domination

And calls to the judge
That the trauma he caused doesn't matter

I'm still buried in the rag in my face
And the tears make so much white noise

Nothing has changed, voices are drowned
When money moves the airwaves

And they burn down their house
And sell the remains
Claim they can buy a better one

Pretend they don't live there
And their fates independent from ours

As if what you can't see through the smoke
Doesn't even exist

As if they're not just trading eachother
Their knives for their wrists

But you can only sell so much of your own soul
Before it ain't really yours anymore
And there's no goin back

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