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 faith in piece of mind
When one too 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 their gods died with his peace, I should know him
that heathen抯 me
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