He knows no shame and takes no blame this simpleton
sees everything he’s only satisfied to point out
other’s mistakes never afraid to use his pride his
tradition is old his faith a hand-me-down the family
he wears them on his sleeve morale and values left
under a christmastree he once had the gift this
image in his grandparents eyes no guns no drugs no
rape no end this vacant soul is pale and blue in empty
gaze his crow’s feet are a vision of defeat sick and
tired of the meaninglessness the irrationale he’s
desensitized his every need and emotion a cup half
empty but full of euphoria he’s searching for the
light switch in the dark to switch his routine to find
a reason to find faight and piece of mind when one to
many beliefs die it’s tough to see through these
black eyes everyone forgives everyone forgets
everyone is true and no one here will lie to you he
knows the truth he knows the truth here nothing’s
certain disregard what you’ve learned to find faith
in piece of mind all of thier gods died with his peace i
should know him that heathen’s me
