A Protest Song
You are the answer, you never talkYou have no question, you are a thoughtYou are the answer, you're shaped and emblazedThrough the holes in my cover, you're something I madeYou are the answer, my truthful responseMy final saying when everyone's gone
You're my illusion, my pattern of wrongA hollow idol on the tip of my tongueYou're my disgrace, my self-made warAnd I don't want to remember faith anymoreI'm wasting myself in the name of a fakeYou were made for me by mistake
I had nothing before, then I had youI was denying, now I refuseI've never been young, you'll never grow oldMy life's In my words and my hands they are coldI never made sense but now I disturbI'm bashing my goods against the door of the world
Oh wash awayOh wash awayYou had nothing to sayYou were made for me by mistake