Parallax

Don't look now

They might run the streets

Silver tongues are losing sanity

Hold men down and blame hysteria

We're killing each other

But God bless America

Self proclaimed

Modern masterpiece

Bend red words and call it prophecy

Golden boys are preaching tyranny

We're killing each other

But God bless us all

I see it all

This is a fault line

We're gonna fall

If we're on both sides

Parallax

Talk to another

Why you undercover?

If you call it love

Then at least include your brother

You're still in the middle

Holding up your finger

But you're killing it, killing it, killing it

Yeah, you're killing the game

You're killing the game

There's no reason for shame, baby

cause you're killing that game

Well, at least try to pretend like it matters