Used to be when you get knocked down
You'd take a bump on the cold, hard ground
But the world's gone soft, now the soil is padded
It's easier to hit the like than be emphatic
The measure of a man ain't much anymore
A million fingers point before the crime scene is explored
Ill intent. Words of Sin
You can speak, but don't offend
Ill intent, words of sin
Guilty with no chance to defend
Even if you ask a question, you'll fail to get a word in
Even if you make more points, that isn't how you win
Take in the world with one eye closed
Speculate to fill in the blanks, what type of facts are those?
Maybe if we started neutral, the planet wouldn't seem so sad
All in all, running water ain't so bad