Independence At Its Finest

A person thought to be one's own -- it's a lie

My presence is an annoyance to one thought to be so kind

Brought up to respect what's right not what's new

Silent gestures accuse my being selfish and untrue

Lost in a Christian's ways, can't turn back

Religion is so damned perfect, dragged straight to your grave

Try to prove that I'm not bad, it's no use

My efforts to defend myself won't bring hatred to a truce

Take the long way to avoid confrontation in my own home

You have religion and I have friends - who's alone ?

Land that shakes and seas that boil

Bad blood has poisoned me, a bitter venom spreads through my veins

Just what he wants to see

Unjustified notions of what he feels is right

All stereotyped views can't break the spell of an old man's world

His ways are his, they'll be that way 'til his last living day

Break free won't compromise his cause

A hardened shell cracked by time

Old ways lost, new ones born