Let me not speak
For I fear if I speak
I will never be able to stop myself
For the truth never stops
Tasting bitter on the tongue
Yet you see
Those that belong to my eyes
Speak for me when I am mute
Speaking of the sorrowful truth
Not that belongs to me, but to us
But it is not only my tears
That speak and shout my words
It is my hand that writes
And my voice that sings and shouts
Phrases never to be forgotten
And how could the truth
Not be bitter?
With the sweat of war
With the blood of victims
With our disgusting lies that roam
We will run
But where to?
When the truth is a shadow
Haunting you wherever you go
It is the monster of your thoughts
It is on the walls of our schools
And in the books of our fathers
It is spoken in stories and tales
And read in historical documents
It is in our everyday life
You poor puppets personating humans
Is it knowledge you truly seek?
You laugh and joke
You call your names
And belittle the weak
It is a battle you have won
Do not be fooled; it is not the war
Are they not the weak, those with no mind?
That is, I am the strong, the one with the million words
I humbly walk these awful streets
And those that preach
What is it that they teach?
Obediance, discipline, and respect
What of our emotions and feelings?
What of love? What of life?
Neither the puppets or the puppeteers
Will ever realize
They don't want to learn
They don't want to teach
That my friends, is the bitter truth