When the struggle ends
And resignations steps up,
Triphammering us
With our potent impotence,
Is it compassion
Shattering in our fatigue
Or just illusions of skill?
When the struggle ends
And resignations steps up,
Triphammering us
With our potent impotence,
Is it compassion
Shattering in our fatigue
Or just illusions of skill?