Graffiti decorations
Under a sky of dust
constant wave of tension
On top of broken [bad word] The lessons that you taught me
I learned 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 good-bye
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