This rope’s been here forever

Since before I can remember

If I let go things fall apart

Caught in constant judgment

Try to keep it all together

That’s when it starts…

But the rope pulls fast and cuts my hand

On shifting ground where do I stand?

Our bitter plans for progress

Have paved the road to crisis

By tooth and root, grab hold the land

(Help me understand)

Help me understand

Keep your head down, is that the plan?

And I lose my grip

I can feel it slip

Bad news—we’re all in free fall

Good news is there is no ground

So I prefer to cut the rope

And drift into the nameless crowd

In the country that can do no wrong

you’ll go along…

This rope’s been here forever

Since before I can remember

If I let go things fall apart

When panic shapes reality

I cling to my impunity

That’s when it starts…

But the rope pulls fast and cuts my hand

On shifting ground where do I stand?

The more you look away, the harder to ignore