Sweetness and softness were old friends seldom heard from
The grit of tough and nails drum
Our skulls
Our hearts
Our minds
The sound won’t stop as we continue on
As we commit con after con
The world won’t let us stop
It uses us in constant as a prop
Until we can hardly help but drop
The softness isn’t here in this violent place
The sweetness has vanished without a trace
I can’t handle a wor...