Empty pockets, heavy heart,
Another promise torn apart.
Loyalty\'s a myth, a fading star,
Leaving scars that never saw.
Oh, the world is broken, can\'t you see?
A symphony of sorrow, played endlessly.
Respect\'s a whisper in a shouting crowd,
And loyalty\'s a promise, buried in the ground.
We build our walls, brick by brick,
Afraid to feel, afraid to risk.
But in the silence, a question rings,
Can we find hope in broken things?
Oh, the world is broken, can\'t you see?
A symphony of sorrow, played endlessly.
Respect\'s a whisper in a shouting crowd,
And loyalty\'s a promise, buried in the ground.
Maybe in the cracks, the light seeps in,
A chance to heal, a place to begin.
Then walls come fallen again,
We try to rebuild with kindness within.
But we got used to the haters that lay at our feet,
And it just washes away, never coming around to meet.
Maybe, just maybe, die in greed,
Planting seeds of sorrow, an unwanted deed.
Oh, the world is broken, can\'t you see?
A symphony of sorrow, played endlessly.
Respect\'s a whisper in a shouting crowd,
And loyalty\'s a promise, buried in the ground.
Empty pockets, heavy heart,
In this broken world, a brand new start?
Or fade away, endlessly,
Lost in this sorrowful symphony.