K

K - Matt Duke

K Hear the crack of guns fire out into the open streets

Hear the people scream

K See the life drain out of your daughters and sons

It's just begun

I'd ask you why

But sitting on your high horse

Leaves you far away

It weighs a ton

My conscience staring idly

At the damage done

You want me to find some kind of balance

And hang tight

Enter the fold and hold onto fantasies

Of new life

I wait for the cruel strike of the hammer

While they bait me with the other hand

You want me to find some kind of balance

And hang tight

K You're the one the DJ

Can't you hear your children sing rife with mondegreens

K We dissent disown and kill for what we believe

So what did you mean

I have my doubts

To realize the truth

While nothing's absolute

Bury me now

If the meaning's that it's meaningless

Then what's the use

You want me to find some kind of balance

And hang tight

Enter the fold and hold onto fantasies

Of new life

I wait for the cruel strike of the hammer

While they bait me with the other hand

You want me to find some kind of balance

And hang tight

You want me to find some kind of balance

And hang tight

Enter the fold and hold onto fantasies

Of new life

I wait for the cruel strike of the hammer

While they bait me with the other hand

You want me to find some kind of balance

And hang tight

You want me to find some kind of balance

And hang tight

You want me to find some kind of balance

And hang tight

You want me to find some kind of balance

And hang tight