Conflict

Written 1991

Verse 1:
the car door slams shut
faces painted with pain
we both need to talk but
we hide our anger in vain
we're stuck right here
this cycle we seem happy to repeat
nothing will ever clear
while we continue to retreat

Refrain:
when the bomb drops on your private hell
it feels just like Hiroshima
it's a wake up call for all you sleepers on autopilot
the walking dead
it's time to really live
to feel our feelings to look inside
I think it's safe now for us to come out from where we hide

and really live