Gee Watts - Morning Soul lyrics

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It’s morning time

This world, an open gravesite

Breathing bodies with lifeless eyes

Bleeded souls and hearts of ice

It’s morning time

A time of willful lamenting

Yet spirits are sleeping at the wake

Feeding comfort, kitchen table, break fast with high stakes

Chicken hardening waffles makes the truth over easy

Bringing home bacon from rancid pork barrels

Linked up with some bangers, grit grime for their sausage

Saw sage sages with drunken philosophies

Justify debauchery, treacheries against the community

Gotta be inebriated to keep from thinking

Temperance is just a temporary means to keep from sinking, soulless toast

To all the fallen kings who never came to be crowned

Not tutored by royalty but schooled by black faced clowns

Reality minstrel falsified what life is now

Slaughtered, spiritual beings going rage-less into their good nights

Peacefully sleeping, soulless eyes disguised as a conscience

Cascading carcasses of casualties casually open

Destruction is the lightning instead of frightening

The war on hope left lingering, zombies

Racing to screen for selfless selfies

Withering from apathy, philandering relationships

Pandering talents impregnated with indifference

Regurgitating last week’s beef to sustain relevance

Maybe a promotion of death toll and criminal processions

Promote morbid family traditions

Gather around the TV news, children, instead of dinner table conversations

Souls on sale, wasted lives, straight knee to dry eye

Becoming more desensitize as the soul dies

Resuscitation attempts before final rest

Put faith to the test, don’t go out without a fight

The sun is risen, walk in the light

Good morning