Heartbreaker Era

Aren't we supposed to cry

To hate and rage and tear the sky

To kill and burn and drown and lie

In this disastrous moment in time

In this terrible century of war

There is no help if you're the poor

There is a sort of madness

To the ever-dawning sky

In this chaotic timeframe

Of dust and hunger and hate

The cure is not food

Or laughing as they say

The cure is something harder to reciprocate

Something far easier to take away

The cure is not to hate

To love in fact instead

For if we do not find our hearts

We'll all end up surely dead

But on this crumbling stage

As angry worlds collide

We find that there is no more love

And not a place to hide

There is more hate than ever

Less love to be found

If we cannot fix it quickly

We will all be drowned

To repair a broken world

Would never be an error

We have all run out of love

In this Heartbreaker Era