Lyrics
Verse 1:
I grew up very privileged
Believing I lucked out the location lottery
Growing up in this country
It all seemed like roses in pottery
But when I grew older
I started to question the narrative told
Was the trade-off worth it?
Did the pros outweigh its demerits?
Verse 2:
We’re highest in the region in suicide metrics
With primary school kids included in it
And those station ads don’t change anything
When you’ve built the system you’ve placed us in
And I remember reading about Benjamin
Or the story of H back in 2016
In a world where we’re born to die
You failed to see the pain in their eyes
Verse 3:
And the pallor in their youthful skin
Wasn’t due to forces beyond understanding
Because we’re raised to succeed
And anything less, failure was deemed
And not just any kind of failure
It’s societal, institutional failure
In the eyes of you, for a crime it was
And for a crime it still is in your eyes
Chorus 1:
So when we sing it out loud
In the early August crowd
Painted in red and white
And the flag of the moon and stars
Flies high in the clouds
Do we stop to think about its scars?
Verse 4:
And when there’s six outside your buildings
Fighting for the very right
To live life as intended
And not through the way you designed
It’s a calamity unspoken
When our voice is moderated
From the very young, to the learned old
Who protest our country sold
Verse 5:
And when change is overdue
We put on our comfort shoes
For what was a land of hope
We’ve become apathetic fools
Who decides on what is truth
It shouldn’t be the way you do
It shouldn’t be the things you preach
But the very things we see to
Chorus 2:
So when we sing it out loud
In the early August crowd
Painted in red and white
And the flag of the moon and stars
Flies high in the clouds
Do we stop to think about its scars?
Chorus 3:
So when we sing it out loud
In the early August crowd
Painted in red and white
And the flag of the moon and stars
Flies high in the clouds
There is more to what it's all about
Outro:
For we are roses in pottery
Subject to authority
Gazing upon the field out there
And there’s a part inside you
And there’s a part inside me
That wants to mould loose this rigid square