Half Measures from Self Titled by Stance

Your mouth is open but your eyes are shut tight.
Every word is self satisfied.
Tell me again about your open mind.
You preach peace but you're dripping spite.

You’ll talk forever but there's nothing behind it.
Check your head cause there's nothing inside it.
You throw bricks and hide your hands.
You'll get your way anyway you can.

I watch the frailty of your beliefs
collapse under social pressure.
I question your priorities.
Your empty words are half measures.

Everything you do
is a matter of reputation:
social self-preservation.

I see right through,
through all your approval seeking.
The rhetoric that you keep repeating

Go back on every claim you've made.
Avert your eyes and shift your gaze.
I'm suspicious of your false convictions.
No sense of self, can't make your own decisions.

What you say and do will never align
you'll always crawl to the winning side.
Search for flaws and criticize,
put up your walls and hide.

Bar the windows.
Curse the world outside.
But nothing changes when you close your eyes.

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