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
Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013
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