Graffiti decorations Underneath a sky of dust A constant wave of tension On top of broken trust The lessons that you taught me I learned were never true
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 true
I wanna run away Never say good-bye I wanna know the truth Instead of wondering why I wanna know the answers No more lies I wanna shut the door And open up my mind