Perfecting Our Boom

This is what we get when we let people think:
A cacophony of blurred sounds and noises.
This is what we get when we rotate our arrows:
A world filled with unused philosophies and choices.

All I ask for is us to accept our losses and admit our faults,
Although everything is different, we dance a similar waltz.

Let us only worship what we feel is best,
And let the others be.
Let us learn that there's an inconsistent routine
On things we do or don't see.
Some of us only care about climbing higher
Than anyone even not a foe,
Yet our scales will never remain at a level state,
So let's try to reduce the blow.

This is what we get when we arm because of a foot:
A war that becomes more phenomenon than pain.
This is what we get for trying to cast spells on the innocent:
Gases of fake magic polluting the atmosphere in every brain.

All I ask for is us to open our bridges to being repaired,
Although everything is different, all ideas deserve to be shared.

Our world claims to be in a state of peril,
And nothing is the cause but its effects,
So we have no right to turn our arrows
To anyone who claims to be able to reflect.

Souls bounce back like mirrors in a room,
And all we care about is perfecting our boom.