In Palestine where the shadows creep
And young children lost track of sleep
And drugs in there hands and
There drugged to the sky
And drugs entice a cruel end
And children will forever cry
Drugged to the sky and
The shame and high a painful flame
The end is bitter fails to mend
A silent call.

One story,
two different perspectives.
One story,
a hero and a villain.
Two different perspectives —
Now who's the hero
And who's the villain?

Let’s not sleep—
let’s overthink!
Let’s rethink
every awkward blink.

Let’s write a novel
in our head,
then cry about
what we should’ve said.

Sleep is boring.
Peace is fake.
Let’s spiral till
the morning breaks.