Whining Heard lyrics

Do not speak of oppression past

To ritualistically stand upon bodies buried

Failing to take on, to be in the world

Often times harsh and unrelenting

A fledgling afraid to peer out over

An imaginary gratuitous nest

Where parental concerns long departed

Have left its squawking unintended

Now all that there is, is obligant

Expectations noncompliant, bitter

Sobbing eyes and pointing aback

Accusing the epoch now extinct

Like a child unruly expecting retribution

Seeking fairness by declaration

Stomping up and down frantically

With blued face and posturing

Never striving ahead in adversity

Excused, by a blanketed false fate

A world changes, but alas so not

For concealed hatred is most foul

And men betray unscrupulously

Lacking both character or spine

Finding it too easy to point out

Admonishing others and idled

Their voices like slated nails

Inaudible, and ever unpleasant

The senses benumbed resulting

There can be no victimization felt

For one who rightly finds purpose

In equal cause nobly wrought

Accounting for self and sacred soul

The past's niche on wisdom's shelf

Only opened upon occasion's need

Should not be a remedy of bitterness

That all must enbibe to comply

When freedom is forfeited openly

To entice a false sense of reality

Then only illusion and fantasy

Replace brief détente pressing on

Its force, no longer containable

It will consume all unequivocally

Nothing but the grey of ashen residue

Perceived calamities overruling

Will gain no bonification sought

The values of toil regained so

Render advancement null and void

Morality bartered for inaction

Then none shall keep mortality

The balance of natural flowing tides

Swept away in obedient compliance

Man's thoughts are e'er free

Like a spring sieving sand onward

The avenues of escape are too great

Equality is earned by each being

None can claim eternal precedence

Nor entitlement by historical default

Self righteousness is a shadow

Only to obscure malevolent induction

There are no excuses to make

For they that walk e'er upright

No whining to be heard in labour

Nor maladies of the self contained

To be left behind by id's design

Can't be shouldered by focused

Lest the world fester in stagnation

And chaos overtake mere survival

• Artist:Ww Ww