Just like everyone,
I have witnessed
My own demoniziation
In the humble rain;
In the humble rain;
Not willing to forgo
Never to forgive,
Failed by reason
Lost by conscience
But strong enough stand the skirmish
Adamant to prove a point,
My point.
For who we are, we cannot deny-
Half-clad monsters
Half-clad monsters
Behind our mannerisms of 'good'
In a social theatre
That calls for the moral role-play
Guarding our sense of fairness -
Guarding our sense of fairness -
Driven by the love we think we deserve,
The hate we can justify
And the guilt we sow, when we unnerve.
Our eyes seek balance
Off the folk tales sung to a five-year old.
The hate we can justify
And the guilt we sow, when we unnerve.
Our eyes seek balance
Off the folk tales sung to a five-year old.
Our innate faith - that balance is survival -
And the fear of unknown.
And the fear of unknown.
Goodness never kept sides
Mine or yours,
No balance, no validation
No points endorsed
No tallies maintained
You do not need a reason
To be kind.
"They call it paradise, I don't know why"
