Gut-Check

Gut-check, reach in, anybody there?
Tune in cold world, do you really care?
Half in our heart, complacent as the next
Tap in, tap out, time to play another game
Spoon fed the mindless herd we’ve become
Control grazing, compliant in the end
Feeling the comfort desensitized
Prey or pray — wrong or right
Bitching or preaching our world to an end
Call it, as life ends, it’s no real surprise tracking losses
Gut-check our world
As our social grace slides
Gut-check, reach in, ain’t nobody there?