Worried - Birds In Row

Is there a limit to trust or do we all walk blinded?

When the grounds end,

will we stop or will we keep running?

I guess were good at believing,

with hands on our eyes,

hands on our ears

and guns in our mouth

a blade in the skull

and a good job at the fucking mall

I’ve been worried

and don’t really know

why we still wave through the shit

staring at the skies

we hate what we do,

we hate where we go,

but still have to smile with a scarf hiding the rope

I like walking alone

parrots ain’t no good company

can’t you shut up and take your hand off my shoulder?

I’ll cut off this arm, though it takes me forever

I’ve been worried

but don’t really know

why keep running

and where we go