Otherside

Two paths I cant choose shoes racked, knee caps on the pews Hands clasped we ask for a few Key At Bats just to come through Cause its the fact that we don't have a clue about what is right or true white or blue, its misconstrued This world's view, so tried and true Loves the lies that its spews Recite spite just to argue On the news flea bites ensue To make you believe what you should be like tattoos, earrings, abuse subdued's your hearing cant move the muse that's sneering the proof is mute but blaring This route of blues is wearing my cold shoulders are veering my soul's holstered and fearing These sold soldiers are tearing, us apart We need a spark, light this dark torque the wrench and raise the bar scorch the bench and make a mark were told were quenched, when were starved excuse my french, but our ****'s stench does not come from our **** These sand sharks that stand on shore can't answer The question marks, Were all the bark with no roar Morality's at ground floor trying to eat pork With salad forks Just like mister Macklemore this hits right at you're apples core