Gut-Check - Brutal Truth

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?