Damage Control

One Percent PanicYou burned down my house again
All alive without indecision
Burned to the ground my friend
So much for your first impression

I vote your promises
And when you get what you want, I get nothing
But all your best laid explanations
And your good intentions

Even though you planned the whole thing out
Left no room for doubt
I’m sure you noticed that by now
Even as you struggle for high ground
Let there be no doubt
Water’s rising to your door
And all you live for

We’re lining up again
Down at the end of the block with our tickets and
Hand me down revolutionaries
We come for your history

Even though you planned the whole thing out
Left no room for doubt
I’m sure you noticed that by now
Even as you struggle for high ground
Let there be no doubt
Water’s rising to your door
And all you live for

Have we given up the best years of our lives for nothing?
Have we given up the rest to hollow fields of no one?

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