Bags of Mostly Water

Everyday that we wake up
We're dog-tired
More than before
Counting down the days
Erasing emotions

Generation of fools
Showing off our miseries
Pain became a cult

We've got the means to make a difference
But we just choose to advertise the problem

There must be someone
Anyone
But me
To carry this out
We think

But not me

Feeling so big in such a small bag of mostly water of mostly water.