Unquiet Days

UNQUIET DAYS



Some folks lack perspective

They drink the glass of grief

Switch feelings for those

They love to hate



Some choose the easy path

Find a target for their wrath

And spit at the face

They love to hate



We live unquiet days unquiet moments of our time



Some scream words from the other side

And they join them for the ride

Calling to murder

People they love to hate



Some go for conspiracy

Led by imaginary

Masters in the dark

They love to hate