Kill The Light - Stretch Arm Strong

As we sit around watching days go by

Afraid to ask the questions because of the answers we might find

Comfort breeds contentment.

Confrontation fosters resentment

And slowly we grow cold as we watch ourselves implode

Cynicism is not a sign of intelligence.

Deny the spirit-a crime of negligence

Pushing back what has been given.

Come to terms with the way we are livin'

Observing the light’s dying glow.

As we watch ourselves implode

Mocking what we don’t understand.

Biting off the giving hand

Our poorest questions answered in fact, never think of offering back

We must be scared of contemplation.

Our will to search lost in isolation.

Work!

And so it goes.

And so we go.

And so it goes along and so we move along

Cut the nose.

Spite the face.

On this road without a trace.

Without a trace