reruns

There's something wrong with the world today
An apathy everyone finds
The way we find this dreadful way
To exist without our minds

I keep trying to pin the blame
On vice that makes waste or lies
But we're moths chasing flame
Something's wrong with our eyes

Because you know it's wrong... this isn't it
Time should be precious while abundant
The way it is now; pieces don't quite fit
Cycling through the mistakes gets redundant

Stop looking around, it won't help you understand
You've looked over it time and time again
It's approach, not data, that seals this land
In it's static, stagnant sin