I
walked out and thought for a time I could see no defense, and I thought
for a while you were me, we were wrong, in our time, always down, out
of line.
I
relaxed from the days filled with bloodsport in vain, and returned with
the knowledge that we're two the same, two in Hell, two set free, too
alike, you to me.
And
we watched everything pass us by in due course, always tied by a mutual
feeling that lost, we were two, two in hell, two set free, known too
well.
In
the back of my mind, all I feel is mistrust, in the back of my mind,
all I see is the dirt, segregation of thoughts, ideals turning to dust.
Where some houses once stood, stands a man with a gun, in some neighbourhood, a father hangs up his son, in the back of my mind.
Don't
think I'd have stayed just for one more day, it seems so much like
home, no room to go astray, don't think I could watch - with mindless,
empty tasks, intake moving in, forced to walk a lonely path.
Pictures
all around, of how good a life......
