In Between

Why should I believe?
It goes for all of you, without the famous exception
We’re running in circles in this cruel world
Looking for a reality to call it our own
The feeling of welcoming disintegrates
And you are not qualified to ask why
Discrepancies of a cold case left under the snow
It’s a pile of lies to cover the burning of your eyes
According to you, my friend
According to the book that you’ve been reading
According to backwards politics
None is right, all is wrong
Heads down for the speaker above
He the scatologic mouth awakns his cohorts
The atmosphere suffocats those who do not cooperate
It is easy to call the shots then to correspond
Kill the infidel, hang him on a town square
Rugged hate after what your life involves
You always come to lessen your Gordian pain
But tell me why is Gordian to call this place home
You are lying to yourself, my friend
You are lying to the book that you’ve been reading
According to broken English-speaking birds
You are wrong, I am god
I, have always changed my stance
Years passed by
I, dress red with the gray crowd
All my life
But the world doesn’t need to know I’m there with
Growing needs
To be stuck underneath the
Bed sheets
Take all the pain away
Lock it up and never speak of it again
Why would I ever keep my stance?
Tell me why
I dress red with the gray crowd all my life
But it hurts inside
The world haunts me down like a narrow-minded rodent
Heads will roll for sure
To be crushed by the gray crowd
Take all the hate away
Lock it up and never speak of it again
But why won’t they listen?