In My Lungs

Woke this morning with no indication or warning
A situation like a hostage incident forming
And suddenly with all my family present I am cut off
In a place where none of them can go, God and I face off

So if I come up empty
Will you come and find me
Will this land of plenty
Be the place you lose me

Hypocrites and liars take their seats and throw their stones
They can rot away your comfort like the marrow of your bones
They say words and pretend kindness but I know what it is they see
A living contradiction to their well-protected dreams

I won't ignore You
I won't defend You
I won't explain away your silence or inaction