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...