Hotel Books Boundless Mmxii Minus Two Lyrics
Boundless [MMXII Minus Two] by Hotel Books
Dear everyone
We are a broken people
But it's okay, at least we have each other
And all I ask is that we can love one another
In a society of social adaptation to no end
We can't pretend to fall silent in this bend
Enduring injustice and lack of substance reduced to redundancy
Repetition, regurgitating serpents to the Church of Christ
Now, the church of judgement amid the beautiful devastation
The reusable meditation to calm the nerves of witnesses
To a crime of passion, a crime of madness
A crime of catastrophic proportions extended across seas
Reaching into the hearts of children
Grabbing into their vital organs
Until their blood pumps differently
Now inept to the silence rather than the equality
We've been indoctrinate to believe
That it is better to die for our beliefs rather than live in vain
And this is a belief that I breathe in, every single day
Not letting a single moment go to waste
But we find fault in our grief
And we let political biases enter a spiritual realm
And change the pace of our breath
Until anxiety has consumed the depth of our mess
That is our bleeding head, breaking our necks
And changing the landscape of the human brain
To conform to lessons we prescribe to those we thought
Were not living life in a way we wanted to see astride
So we created a diatribe, a sickening language of dialect
To change the meaning of brokenness
So we can say we are changed
Even thought the linguistics were simply just rearranged
And brought back to a point of comfort through a time of stress
And we talk to each other fairly straight
But at a scary rate, we escalate our fate
To the point of that very break
And then in times of comfort, we barely relate
Just a merry state of intellect fleeting down a wary drain
But it always leaves dark stains in the sink
Holding society to the brink of rioting
The extinct act of trying, and that's why I'm writing
I want the ink of my pen to stain the hands and hearts of many
In the name of love, in the name of peace
In the name of grace, don't shy away
I don't write to expose shame, or pass blame
But rather to make it known that we are all the same
In need of love and in need of embrace
So let's make this change, and find a way to relate
In a way of love, not hate
We are a broken people
But it's okay, at least we have each other
And all I ask is that we can love one another
In a society of social adaptation to no end
We can't pretend to fall silent in this bend
Enduring injustice and lack of substance reduced to redundancy
Repetition, regurgitating serpents to the Church of Christ
Now, the church of judgement amid the beautiful devastation
The reusable meditation to calm the nerves of witnesses
To a crime of passion, a crime of madness
A crime of catastrophic proportions extended across seas
Reaching into the hearts of children
Grabbing into their vital organs
Until their blood pumps differently
Now inept to the silence rather than the equality
We've been indoctrinate to believe
That it is better to die for our beliefs rather than live in vain
And this is a belief that I breathe in, every single day
Not letting a single moment go to waste
But we find fault in our grief
And we let political biases enter a spiritual realm
And change the pace of our breath
Until anxiety has consumed the depth of our mess
That is our bleeding head, breaking our necks
And changing the landscape of the human brain
To conform to lessons we prescribe to those we thought
Were not living life in a way we wanted to see astride
So we created a diatribe, a sickening language of dialect
To change the meaning of brokenness
So we can say we are changed
Even thought the linguistics were simply just rearranged
And brought back to a point of comfort through a time of stress
And we talk to each other fairly straight
But at a scary rate, we escalate our fate
To the point of that very break
And then in times of comfort, we barely relate
Just a merry state of intellect fleeting down a wary drain
But it always leaves dark stains in the sink
Holding society to the brink of rioting
The extinct act of trying, and that's why I'm writing
I want the ink of my pen to stain the hands and hearts of many
In the name of love, in the name of peace
In the name of grace, don't shy away
I don't write to expose shame, or pass blame
But rather to make it known that we are all the same
In need of love and in need of embrace
So let's make this change, and find a way to relate
In a way of love, not hate