24 Hours - Across The Atlantic

I’m the ghost of your transgressions

The cracks in summer pavement

The frays before the snap

I’m The empathy you lacked

We’re under heavy attack

How can we build if you tear us down?

In fact

You got me running around in circles in quicksand

Your shots fire under ceilings of rose glass

You’re so cold

I’ll never be number one

Lies told

Stun hearts of the young

Burn holes

Poison rolls off your tongue

Not satisfied with anyone

Waking up to 24

Your expectations at my door

I can’t ever seem to prove my worth

To you

Waking up to 24

I ran, I stayed, I lied, I swore

But I won’t waste my life anymore

For you

Here lies the American dream

Replaced by this new age hypocrisy

Of archaic beliefs

Conceived in greed it seems

We grasp at straws

But we don’t aim to cling

Drown this

Where we found this

Lay to rest, trough to crest

Underground this

Born and branded

Taught to abandon

Mediocrity‘s always second-handed