Can You Sleep At Night
Whatever helps you sleep at night...
Whatever floats your boat...
Whatever makes you win your fight...
Which ever lets you gloat...
What makes these humans cynical?
What grinds in their synapse?
What lets our hearts become so dull?
What makes them, then, collapse?
If only we could be up front
If only we were real
Our pride is such a feckless stunt
It's trivial to feel
Whatever helps you find your hope:
Whatever calls your heart
What's there, at night, when you can't cope?...
...Let that rip you apart...
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