I am positive I nave scene this ail before Each day that I walk seems no different than the rest Running in circles, always away with soul Frustrations crows when I realize that I have lost me way
I have always tried to do the right thing I weighed the odds and analyze the costs Sometimes it's good but out numbered by the meek How can I keep faith when all that keeps faith is lost Lost is my moralty drowning in a sea of disparity at societies cost
The choices that I make seem right at the time Someone always suffers for my ten minutes of fate Tne choices that we make, exploding in our face Someone always suffers for the race in the spotlight Superioruty divide Society of the casualty of my crime Relentless search for greed
Each generation decimates the one that lived before Vilifies the teachings of the past Running in circles always the wayward soul Frustrations grows when I know I have lost my way
We are the culprits We are the ones who are responsible I am the culpits