[Music & lyrics: T. Leonard]
Guess I'll turn and walk away A leaf that's turned golden brown The slightest breeze will bring me down
In safety mode system overload My soul is moved with just disdain But it's not my job to bring a change
'Cause this can't be the way
No one's got it worse than me It's just gets lost in all the noise
To convince myself to care
(Or will it spread to our eyes?) (Or do we choose each day)
A generation born to bleed On the jagged edge of apathy And to stand aside and criticize Is the extent of my expertise
After all that we've seen You'd think we'd want turnaround Instead we take each brush with fate And use it to paint the town
(Or will it spread to our eyes?) (Or do we choose each day)