Worhead - Little Comets

Standing in a field of green

Looking for a blade of grass

Squeaking like we all got clean

Hoping that this age will pass

It’s a wrong road that we’re all on

And we see this and we see this

But we tear apart everything

My sweetheart, what will remain?

If you flout it, if you flout it

If you flout it all?

Tolerate lies

Push the button and everyone dies

It’s the lack of a singular thing

That a weapon could bring

To put love in the eyes of us all

Tell me now, profit and war

Are analogous, what am i for?

Are the hazardous hands on the guns

Just the same as the ones using

A testicular epithet indicative of what’s wrong

And when the world ends, did we see this?

Could we see this, but obliterate everything?

My sweetheart, can we lean more

To the left side, to the left side

To the left of everything?

Sitting in a field of green

Looking at a hopeless dawn

Sleeping is my only dream

Seeing that this age will pass