He knows no shame and takes no blame

this simpleton sees everything

he's only satisfied to point out other's mistakes

never afraid to use his pride

his tradition is old

his faith a hand-me-down

the family

he wears them on his sleeve

morale and values left under a christmas tree

hisonce had the gift

this image in his grandparents eyes



no guns

no drugs

no rape

no end



his vacent soul is pale and blue

in empty gaze

his crow's feet are a vision of defeat

sick an tired of the meaninglessness

the irrationale

he's desensitized

his every need and emotion

a cup half empty

but full of euphoria

his searching for the lightswith in the dark

to swith his routine

to find a reason

to find faith and piece of mind

when one to many beliefs die

it's though to see through these black eyes

everyone forgives

everyone forgets

everyone is true

and noone here will lie to you

he knows the truth

he knows the truth

here nothing's certain

disregard what you've learned

to find faith in piece of mind

all of their gods died with his piece

I should know him that heathen's me