Denial by Cobbled Moth Regenerated

Written 2/3/24
Bathroom, phone, Spanish guitar with very old strings

As I try to feel good
Relive my childhood
And worry about future loss and gain
Real bombs are flying
Real children dying
To condone it is to be insane
If I do who will complain?
Denial, got to give the world a smile
Denial, it never goes out of style
Real children dying
All the adults lying
Blind eye, deaf ear, hard heart, big row
I remember childhood
I used to be good
Got to be something to do somehow
And it needs to be done now
Denial, got to give the world a smile
Denial, it never goes out of style