Bāsal - Sharper Lyrics

Everybody's gotten sharper
Not in their brains - just in their blades
Superficially the same
It's a certain type of hell
An all-too certain type of... game
When it's predator and prey
Your bandage and your blade

Everybody's gotten witty
We've lost our shame & become vain
Ridiculous and pretty
Ridiculous beyond restraint
It's a certain type of cell
A possessive kind of... state
When we let ideas own us
And get married to their names

Now I don't think what I thought before
That's how I stay out of the war

Everybody is a pity
Gift-given tragedy and shame
Walking blindly in the city
Dizzy stumbling and lame
It's a certain tone of bell
It's a ringing I can't... shake
A crack is splittin' through the center
The ringin's driving me insane

Now I don't know what I knew before
Now I don't think what I thought before
Now I don't blink when I see a soul
That's how I stay out of the war

Everybody could get better
Draw their lines and find their place
Closer with a contoured center
Slow the spiral to a sway
We're all made of the same matter
So don't we matter all the same?