Empty Sentiments

It’s magic, it’s nostalgic

It’s obsessive and possessive

You compete and deplete all of your forces

While biding and riding your big war horses

Fighting and lighting your pitchforks and torches

All the while ignoring the trail of pale corpses

Why fight with delight these petty quarrels you crave?

They’re dying, you’re lying, and you spit on their graves

“He hurts, and she hurts, and we hurt all at once”

While my back was turned you all turned to violence

No one hurts here; no, no one’s left to feel

No one’s left for them to hurt, be hurt, or heal

No, just that trail of bodies that got caught in their path

No, just the innocent souls caught up in their wrath

Caught up in your hate, you love discrimination

Caught much too late, you love petty altercations

“He hurts, and she hurts, and we hurt all at once”

I pray for the day you won’t put up such fronts

No one hurts here, no we all just died

And it was such a sweet relief from all the tears that we’ve cried

And all the lies that you’ve lied, and all the times that I tried

And all the times I’d confide and be pushed to the side

All the souls I tried to save that didn’t need saving

All the corpses in their graves, still ranting and raving

Of your torment and turmoil and tournaments with each other

Why attempt to repent all the love that you’ve smothered?

“He hurts, and she hurts, and we hurt all at once”

No one hurts here, such empty sentiments