Bystanders

They’ve got their games. You’ve got your fuse.
You see the lies that hide behind their every move
This world of hope is filled with doubt
We’ve got some thinking to do … to figure it out

All the while we’re waiting here
Just bystanders observing as we stumble through our fears
Now the end is getting near
Shadows fall, hope disappears
It’s never been so clear
They’ve got their tricks, but you’re no child
You see deceit that hides behind their crooked smiles
You’re ready to fight, I’m ready to shout
Running out of patience for us all … to figure it out

Now there’s still time, it comes down to you
The road you walk; the road you make; the road you choose
So it’s our turn. To turn this around.
We’ve got some thinking to do … to figure it out