Quite Exciting, This Computer Magic - Spraynard

These things just seem so minimal when we’re still told who we can and cannot

love

I’m a white suburban male and yet I still blame everything else when I fail

Have we forgotten why we sing?

Or given up on everything?

Honey, we’ve shrunk the kids' will to fight

Replaced the fire inside with a yellow light

We’re cutting the threads of the things we’ve sewn

This room is filled with smoke and I can barely breathe

These kids won’t even remember me

Someone take me home

We’re coming to terms with the seeds we’ve sown