Have you ever felt conflicted?
Like, you know the weight of the world is holding you down?
Like silver and blue turn into black and red?
Like everything you once lived for is now dead and gone?
I still feel that way.
We are blind, you see.
Dead animals floating over the sea,
You see?
We cannot live in such murky conditions
To know who we are is a joke shielded from laughter
To know who we aren't is our only gift we ever abandon
We search for God in our money,
We search for Jesus in funeral parlors,
We search for ourselves in drugs
But we never find anything
Moonshot, she says "today is the day I loved you"
I die every time,
With spent bullets and the courage the five bought me
Do you ever feel conflicted in heart?
Like you can't chose love over lust?
To know who yourself, someone else must
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