Beguile The Time - Catch 22

If I could stay mad enough maybe I’d leave

But you’ve got to understand this runs twenty-two years deep And everyone wants

it all, everyone needs a place

You can destroy, or you can create

All I know is all that I know

And I know we all just beguile the time

But it all catches up and it’s all so fucked up

And only time will tell

Oh, whoa, how it echoes

Oh, whoa, when it echoes

Hits like a ton of feathers when it echoes

Common ground can’t be found

From atop a hill looking down, look around

Take me to sleep, come on, put me to weep

Can’t you see that you’ve given your souls up for keeps?

Oh, whoa, how it echoes

Oh, whoa, when it echoes

Hits like a ton of feathers when it echoes

We send in poor people to fight other poor people

We send in our brothers and sisters

And daughters and sons, there’s no difference

We send them to kill

While we sit on our asses

And watch green screens infotain all day long

And it hits like a ton of feathers when it echoes