Your gentle pace it provides a rhythm for the unwashed few of us

Lock and loaded past is a prison for the crimes of the universe

Do you have the information to decide whether you really care

C'mon you know that it's hard to complain about the way you live 



So please don't let it roll right by you

Just think if the same thing happened to you

Would you be happy to walk in my shoes



I'm already tired of your chronic compassion fatigue

The final turd in the dungheap of every post modern disease

Are you in the situation to decide whater you really care

It's hard to believe you'd look me in the eye and turn away again