Can We Get Out Of Here

Self imagined follies 

Lies become the truth 

Rumours become platforms 

Spreading across the land 

Self anointed saviours 

Playing with their words 

Twisting menacing tales 

To make their trumpets heard 

Violence voiced to your eye 

The sun continues to shine 

How’d we get so mixed up? 

Can we get out of here? 

Problems where none existed 

Made worse by their lies 

The truth doesn’t matter 

Beliefs they don’t apply 

Always things are broken 

 They can make them right 

How’d we get so mixed up 

Can we get out of here

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by Bill Ferguson

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