Peace on Mars, Cause You Ain’t Gonna Get It Here

You and me, the bark of the tree
Eating of the grass, easy to spit out
Not the first, the bite, it hurts
We're old enough to say it, then we're old enough to face it

F-U-C-K-E-D veins
C-L-E-A-R the air
I'm relieved, wouldn't you agree?
It's a nice, nice day when we can overcome it

Swing the axe at who we must, always missing, comes back to us
Chipping shoulders and slinging mud, almost never worth it
Feel the wind, warm as hell, never feels good, awkward spells
No, I'm never spitting fire again

Live, learn, we're paid in discern
I'm putting it away, I'm sick of feeling guilty
Petty, petty, now I think I'm ready
To lay it on the line, lay it on something steady

I don't take this in vain
Grains of salt, years down the drain
I'm relieved, wouldn't you agree?
It's a nice, nice day when we can overcome it

Swing the axe at who we must, always missing, comes back to us
Chipping shoulders and slinging mud, almost never worth it
Feel the wind, warm as hell, never feels good, awkward spells
No, I'm never spitting fire again