Black Lines to Battlefields

Black Lines to Battlefields
Hard times,
the throw is off line,
pictures of black and gray
soft minds,
backed up by hard drives,
standing in single file
Anything
to past the test, you passed the test
Like screaming in the air,
the sound for all who care,
the siren rings in vain
when lightning hits the ground,
to all who stand around,
the shock of ignorance

Black lines,
can turn to battlefields,
when they are drawn in pen,
the stop signs like human apathy,
can cause a fatal crash
Like screaming in the air,
the sound for all who care,
the siren rings in vain
when lightning hits the ground,
to all who stand around,
the shock of ignorance
The feeling hard to tell,
a word can break the spell
Hard times,
the throw is off line,
pictures of black and gray
Like screaming in the air,
the sound for all who care,
the siren rings in vain
when lightning hits the ground,
to all who stand around,
the shock of ignorance
Like screaming in the air,
the sound for all who care,
the siren rings in vain
when lighting hits the ground,
to all who stand around,
the shock of ignorance