I'm tired of persecution, because of my white skin
As though my face defines me and shows my every...
A little girl sits upon a cloud,
Watching the future TV...
Amidst the trash cans lining the street
In preparation for garbage day...
I admit that I'm a loser,
I admit that I'm a freak...
Turning, spinning and frantic, here and there
The world is the instigator, there’s no...
We've painted over the best landscapes
And we know what's left is leeches and flies...
Every moment a new eye opens, shining with...
With much hidden meaning of silver decay, strict...
Father, you are my tester
The hands that hold my strings...
People from a foreign land,
Where they dwell amongst the sand...
The days have thickened in deceit and death...
Divided presence still remain real, the innocence...
Go ahead and stare
I guess thats only fair...
We still have problems
All we do is complain...