The era of disguise
No one knew the cost that it would hold
We're left to cut all ties
The salt of the earth - left distraught inside the burdened soil
But no one minds
All the people look up to the sky
Never understood the reason why
Maybe I'm just being cynical
Maybe I just chase a fleeting high
May I speak out of line
You're all I have to spite
So seek the moon crescent eyes
It's tide will take you home
May I speak out of line?
Or believe what I've been told
The world cannot be rectified
But I guess I'll never know