Comfort?

Blessed by the notion of the love that could abound about
Always finding strength to keep it stay
Founded on the promise of the brotherhood we found, it out
And turning our commitment to the day

We try to never suffer
We suffer not to try
And all the broken hearted
In lines they pay to cry
For nothing in particular
Ourselves our lives and fates
And when the end seems endless
They rise and turn and hate

WE COULD NEVER AFFORD THIS!!!!

Comforted by gags and props and scents to calm the soul
Focused and ignoring any pain
Productive by the definition someone has placed on us
We shuffle and we bustle through the day

We want for another
We're endlessly craving
The needs unfullfilled
With desires depraving
Corroding the innocence
If such a thing's real
And crowding the mind
So we can't stop to feel

WE COULD NEVER AFFORD THIS!!!

Later-E