Cut From The Cloth

Cut from the cloth, and cut quite severely

Is this my world I no longer recognize

I'm hearing common words, common expressions

But nothing is common in my eyes

How do people sleep amidst the slaughter

Why would they vote in favor of their own defeat

Get out to the well and check the water

Results were incomplete

Cut from the cloth

Cut from the cloth, and dead to the masses

Just another case to be eulogized

But I'm breathing, breathing with no assistance

And responding to stimuli

Can anyone explain these new laws of nature

Why would they rule in favor of their own defeat

Cynics are excused from standing up to problems

Because they can't get out of their seats

Cut from the cloth, ran out screaming

I hope that none of this will stick to me

Everyone is nice, everyone is kind now

At least they're nice and kind to me

Why would they fold up something so precious

Why would they sing in favor of their own defeat

Maybe they found their voice while out shopping

The price was hard to beat

Cut from the cloth...