Extreme Duress Letra

gaping wounds of impropriety
as grasping lungs grow older
do they lose the boiling blood
for the street fight the late night
where every breath that is drawn is drawn
to keep on breathing
or is the song of peace a tune
I only half understand
first world
first hand
and as a limited experience
the next generation can with a clear conscience say
we've learned this backward
we've had enough
but the question still comes up
in that split second when things get rough