The brave move on, or so they say

A game for the few to play

While the same ones lose their way

But they say we choose

It’s easy to let them lead,

Smoke some tree

While posting sympathies

What else can we do?

But it’s harder

To look myself right in the eye

Hands in hot water,

Guilty with nothing to hide

Cause all we see is, ooh

Is darkness

Silent hurricanes

All around us

Bait and switch, you cannot tell just which is which

Even if you could, you gotta play the game

And anger is a dirty word,

Just be grateful and join the mould

But I’m used to being underestimated,

When I could eat you alive for breakfast

Talk big words but where’s the walk?

Threw pain in the flames to transform it

Can’t kill my spirit, no

And truth will pull us through