The Truth Is out There - Arms Aloft

The world’s getting warmer

But to hear them tell it you would swear it’s getting flatter

The former don’t move units or sell ads, so run with the latter

We know

The cameras and anchors conspire with the drones and the fucking gallows

To keep the hood on the hangman and profit margin up on the rope

We keep getting poorer

But they swear we’re fine cause we keep getting fatter

What’s forward when our ballots are sandbags?

So backwards

So achingly slow

Cartographers nee carpetbaggers

The clock and the dagger: It flows

Slick as the mix on the hits on Christian rock radio

You can change the channel

Or take your chances overboard

Left for dead or if you’re lucky

Left alone for a while

Best case, a notch to the left of the dial

Or one in your belt from trying to feel how you felt before you found out the

glaciers were all gonna melt, let alone when news of new wars just stopped

hitting home

In your name but out of your control

The comet tail

Of a tracer burns bright against a clear desert night

While at home

We’ve got some new verses to write for «The Stars And Stripes Forever»

«Her folds protect no tyrand crew.»

Just me and just you:

Complicit.

Hospital bombers.

Invaders