State We'Re In

I can't believe the state we're in, 
Our morals blowing in the wind, 
And we won't reap what we don't sow,
Just bury all of it below

Seems like the war is all we know 
So if you love it keep it close, 
Just bury all of it below

Why you gotta be so specific
Find it easier if,
We could take it nice and slow

Why you gotta be so specific
Find it easier if,
We could take it nice and slow

We're on a rope
And things won't matter we all know,
so if you love it keep it close 
Just bury all of it below

We're falling but we never reach the ground.
We're screaming but we never make a sound.
We're running but we never make it out.
Just tell me when you have it figured out.