Jeanice Lee

We are skulls and bones in the end

In an era of the unkind
We colour in the blanks in our minds
We'd feel safer when we're in danger
In this one world we're perfect strangers

We are skulls and bones in the end
Stacked up high staring back at us
We can't steer out of the bend
Everything we touch just turns to dust
We are skulls and bones in the end
Lined up for miles left behind us
We will fight to the bitter end
'Cause winners write history that blinds us

In an era of make-believe
We hide behind the web that we've weaved
Real and fake now tell the same tales
Truths are the lies we sold to ourselves

In an era of irony
We feel free to feed the tyranny
The herd must carry on its path
As the world ticks over in its own wrath

Skulls And Bones