We blister, we age
We hesitate for peace
We perish, we build
We're nation of guilt

Guilt drives us mad
Like bastards prevail on reasons
Guilt stabs your weakness
You beg to be forgotten

Much too much "I know, but..."
A little too less "I understand."

[s$t]

s.t.u.p.i.d..t.y. v2.

We demand justice from the face of evil,
missing the binary in laugh after tears.

We demand perfection in each walk of life,
failing to notice the solitude of time.

How we are is how the world is
Rotating image of one-sided sight
What we hear is a collection of soft-sighed
assumption, grunts after grunts
We're not wrong, yet we're at fault
We're no immortal,
and yet
we're so adamant

[s$t]