The human mind adjusts as our surroundings take a dive
We let our frustrations and feelings pour
And let our fingers type out an extempore
We wish for the darkness to pass
We hope for our mental peace to last
But who wants to stay in one state of peace
When we're constantly hunting for things to grieve
Who wants to pray in a state of chaos
In a made-up spiritual trip, counting our loss
But when were times any better or different
This pandemic has just paused our hate to accumulate
Rise up, rise up to the occasion now
Fire up, it's time to stage your show now
For times will change and the lines will cross
And everything will remain as it never was
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