Nine Letra

I won’t change my mind, in light of what might be: we set this up and we wrote it down. This is no question, no lee-way, no c’est la vie, we picked our side and we picked it right. And if we can’t agree on something, I don’t know how we can go on but oh, it’s a fractured web, it’s a drop into the sea, and it’s cut at the sides. Our efforts dampened but mostly by our own hands, how could I make you see? Silent crowd, no words no sound, suits you to the ground. Empty faces an option wasted, no growth, to be found. Shaking hands, averted stares, your credo unwound. Corrupted guidelines - a state of mind, exclusionist by your design. We have a chance now, to gather factions, to push against it, propaganda by deed. This is a tired plight, voiceless by your design. A grouping confined, by which we are defined.