Shortly Broken - Numbers

why do you have to yell?

can’t you calm down?

you don’t have all the answers

answers you claim to trust and know you don’t know

scrambling for pieces to defend your word

suddenly the evidence it all becomes blurred

but everything that i believe is still absurd?

why can’t we get it?

you keep looking down, staring at the ground

you are so held back you’re so off track

sometimes, i tell myself

«i want to get away, i gotta get away»

but i believe with some time and space

i can forgive this place

focused on the air and dust, living life on repeat

like a broken record — truth convinced through deceit

there’s a question no one seems to fear

i don’t care how you lived, just tell me how’d we get here?

there will come a time where we aren’t consumed

we are not doomed

we live in a society that thinks they know everything

all the answers been exchanged up to their capacity

there’s more to this than sifting grains of sand

but nothing seems to beat the foolishness of the common man

sometimes, i tell myself

«i want to get away, i gotta get away»

but i believe with some time and space

i can forgive this place

maybe the day of seeing eye to eye is within sight

take your time to decide who was wrong or right