Here's the situation:
The eyes of our nation
Are on
You.
And my question is:
What do you have to prove?
You point and fire the lead,
Then put your hands
On your perspiring head,
And don't move...
Just what do you think they'll do?
You throw all your friends
In the magnetic tide
As electrical storms
Prick holes in their eyes.
Polarized,
Neutral.
Charged,
Neutral.
Neutral,
Neutral.
Polarized,
Charged.
I charge the gates
Then slowly back away.
I cry innocent are guilty
With nothing else to say.
I hope that maturity will find a way
To process my thoughts
And set things straight,
Because my only control
Is my hope in fate,
And I can't clean up
Every mess that I make.
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