A Messy State

<p>Halo breaks A memory of tongue ties Bitter taste Of conversations unwrapped</p><p>When we talk about the rules I want to know Whether we swear to a law or a gun</p><p>Punishment The sentiment a bomb blast Cursed in place To never raise above class</p><p>When we talk about the rules I want to know Whether they take With a law or a gun</p><p>Oh well, I guess, no wonder the fight in our eyes is fading Oh well, I guess, that all that's left is to work or die</p><p>What remains The owners ate our profits Poor as slaves We must remove their safe nets</p><p>When we talk about the rules I want to know Whether we take With a law or a gun</p><p>Oh well, I guess, no wonder the light in our eyes is fading Oh well, I guess, that all that's left is fight or hide</p><p>Oh well, I guess no wonder the light in our eyes is fading Oh well, I guess all that's left is to fight or hide</p>