You call yourself a pacifist
It’s a convenient word to choose
Better than weak-willed or spineless
The words that I would use
But either way, it’s still only an excuse
You live your live based on what happens eventually
What you’ll be waiting for all your life
You’d stand there watching someone dying
Just stagnantly praying things will turn out alright
What will it take to make you stand up and fight?
Peace has no place left to live
Won’t you take a look around
People today will kill before they forgive
Find me a place where compassion can be found
Instead you bury your head far beneath the sand
Now the world outside is pounding on your door
You lost everyone you refused to defend
You can’t hide from this all anymore
How long can you play pretend?
Because blind idealism won’t save you in the end
You call yourself a pacifist
You’ve hidden behind this word for years
But everyone else would just call you worthless
A pathetic slave to all your fears
Your prayers for peace fall on dear ears
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