We believe in what we read And take the rest for granted And it’s absurd how little it takes For one man to hate another
Ne research, no background insight Just black ink on a piece of paper Half the truth, it makes no difference Six and a half and we know where to stand
We buy opinions at the newspaper stand And think we know but still we don’t Despite of that we ignore the fact Acting as were we in fact
Fighting wars – wars of the rightous Defending family, honour and god End of the day what do we know Nothing but a written tale
Who are we to judge one another Even though we might not know Beyond the surface the truth lies dormant Trying to break through the barriers of conscience