What's Going On?
Confusion runs rampant
eyes look down
Stare at me.
Where are you off to?
you can't go away
You've got to set me free!
Why are you still here?
to torment me?
Get the hell out!
Leave!
I don't need you around
I'll find my own way down.
Hell must be down and about.
It can't be hard to find.
Must have been there
once before.
All these tales they've told
of religion and war.
"We can't be bothered
to find God or what he wants.
We're too busy killing what he doesn't!"
Nazis read "The Book"
So do you.
How can you say you're better
cause you take it differently?
It can be translated
however you want
That is the beauty
in This Book.
So I pull into a ball.
Retreat behind my Wall.
Don't look out there;
you'll see the world fall.
It's all okay.
In here with me.
I am safe.
Even if I'm not free.
Come in and join me.
have a talk and a brew.
Keep me company.
Outside they kill Blacks and Jews.
Politically correct.
Socially retarded.
Why can't I get
back where I started?
It's a one way street!
To build a wall.
I think I might have made it
a little too small.
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