The Kids from Lifeboat Candidate by Palm Ghosts

Transfixed upon a fiction
Puppeteering it to life
Teasing out small imaginations
With how much poison good intentions can imbibe
Have we really played it all out?
Run the numbers in our heads?
What doesn't leave us with a shadow of a doubt
Will make damn sure we're left for dead

When all our lives are so balanced on a lie
We've got the kids to think about
The kids to think about

We call this holding it together
With endless elasticity
The lines we cling to are but tethers
Our handlers someone kept unseen

When all our lives are so balanced on a lie
We've got the kids to think about
The kids to think about

Will we ever come to grips?

When all our lives are so balanced on a lie
We've got the kids to think about


Is the slow wheel in us turning
Or merely creaking in the wind
From the great storm stirring In our
Sour bellies yet again

Blindly begging uncle
Selling each other for relief
While wincing at the crackle
Of the whip we're casting free

Will we ever come to grips?

The seats to which we were appointed
So hot the devil could not sit
The Gods to which we were anointed
We've twisted too much, just to make them fit


When all our lives are so balanced on a lie
We've got the kids to think about
The kids to think about

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