Traditions - Brigades

Are these traditions all that we’ll ever need?

We spend and consume, We slave and repeat

I’m feeling separated.

Are you separated?

We all have our own axe to grind

When it’s worn down, Don’t fall in line

We all have our own trials to bind

When you’re worn out, Don’t close your mind

We write to inform, Not to validate how we feel

Because they expect us to conform

To their selfish ideals

Everyone has been docked out into the streets

Gasping for air, We can’t afford to breathe

Heavy lies the head that wears the crown

United, we’ll swindle it back and bring hope with a new sound

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