Weakness Apathy to yourself Gloom Looking for a kindred For years you were a muff You fell into mud You ran for a change You rap your fingers and rap out of your house Out of your past Raze it to the ground You hide in a way out and think there is nothing to shout Your hide makes you blind And all you find seem to be friends of your mind Self-confident and organized You are part of them But now you realize You see what they have done And recognize the swastika The stretched out arms What did you do