A crisis in midtown is called to the line, reply to the hope that everything’s fine. 

   Procedure is followed in case of the worst. Statistics and figures above mark the burst. 

 

Old laws are still written, old thoughts still in ink. The tracing and searching not easy to link. 

   For the breath that we know will end in one place, and faith for protection no longer saves face. 

 

Because of the chase, we know not to rustle. Opportunity beckons and delves into hustle. 

   Which ultimately starts what we see on the box, eventually leading to no keys or locks. 

 

In a way that was once held high in the eyes - of those he supported, the flag he still flies. 

   Back to the crisis, was it all but just racked? The hate that we watch in part is plain fact. 

 

From what we now know and all that we’ve read. Although things are true, it’s not often said. 

   In spite of our knowledge, logic and right. Repeated statistics resulted in flight. 

 

Through paths that seem clear, continue the call. The odds of a gamble, the odds of a fall. 

   As clear as it was may surely not be, from the old to the new, the past we must flee. 

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They swept through so briefly, so swift in their act. While searching the side lines, ignoring the fact. 

   They’ve seen it before, as common as was ever - the feeling you get is the waste that could never. 

 

Pursue in the seat of the pain that passed through. Confusion now reigns from old acts and new. 

   All walking amongst the fire and the storm. They’ll walk to the north, but south they were born. 

 

And out through the door with a hesitant note, negative remains the constant float. 

   That’s part of the problem, it’s witness to all. The next drama bound may not yield a call. 

 

To the line of the brave and the hope of our need, you say something wrong means you plant the ill seed. 

   And flourish it will from the water above. It grows and it grows, nourished not out of love. 

 

To spread as it does from the hole in the deck. No wonder the questions, how quick did this wreck? 

   But never prepare for a change to the right. No way turning back from the darkness, now light.