What a world we live in with its endless charms
Blinded lies keep winning over open arms
Crescent moons and party tunes and strange hands in the dark
Morning suns beside the ones far too afraid to notice who you are
They refuse to fix what broke
A ruse: a plume of smoke
The bruise of words unspoken
The truth is burnt and broken
Ohh
Ooh
What a world we live in with its endless charms
Sticks and stones and systems built to cause you harm
Locker rooms and cryptic runes of texts sent in the night
"Boys will be boys" "men and their toys"
Narratives that make this shit alright
When they refuse to fix what broke
A ruse: a plume of smoke
The bruise of words unspoken
The truth is burnt and broken
They refuse to fix what broke
A ruse: a plume of smoke
The bruise of words unspoken
The truth is burnt and broken
