Words In My Ears

i find conversations with some people to be nothing more than a waste of words
white stag conclusions and the idea of conflict resolution to be so absurd
petty bickering back and forth, once again around and around we go
living a vicious cycle, it's embarrassing that this is all we know
words as sharp as razors that have wounded my soul and scored my skin
this is a call to arms, let's fight a war we know that no one can win
we wear shields of disregard, but we hurl accusations with such haste
trying to compromise is just idle moments, like we have so much time to waste
i know so many on the verge of ruin, our emerald kingdoms are just a charade
we are all prevaricators that live in crystal cabins and march in the porcelain parade
we could build a road to tomorrow if we only knew which way we were going
too often life gets in the way of the love that we should be showing
a butterfly trapped in a spider's web, our fear will never subside
life rushes by so fast, just like a slow motion suicide
daytime REM, there are more broken than there are fulfilled dreams
the same amount of damage can be caused by whispers or by screams
so hold your tongue, save your words for another day
trust me, silence will usually say all that you need to say
at the chance to voice my piece, i don't bother to hesitate
it only leaves me unsatisfied, and choking on the bitter flavor of hate