Graffiti decorations
Underneath a sky of dust
constant wave of tension
On top of broken [bad word] The lessons that you taught me
I learn were never [bad word] 
Now I find myself in question
They point the finger at me again
Guilty by association
You point the finger at me again

Paper bags and angry voices
Under a sky of dust
Another wave of tension
Has more than filled me up
All my talk of taking action
These words were never [bad word] 
Now I find myself in question
They point the finger at me again
Guilty by association
You point the finger at me again

I [bad word] away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the [bad word] Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind [bad word] away