The Means

Sigh.

Head rests,

A sore mind behind these red eyes.

Watch the television,

Sweet escapism,

Game shows and racism.

Headlines,

War crimes behind disguised affection.

All for a cause that never was.

Call for a voice but all it does is sigh.

Inside.

Sigh.

More or less,

There abouts,

A young man with so many doubts.

I try to learn impersonating,

The clever moves but I am facing,

The always power-crazed,

Middle aged generation.

All for a cause that never was.

Call for a voice but all it does is sigh.

Inside.

Sigh.

Inside.

Sigh.

Blood and blame passed on to a neighbour.

Continuing the chain.

Deadly game of whispers.

How am I to grow.

The life I love I don't know.

Somehow, someway.

Blood and blame passed on to a neighbour.

Continuing the chain.

Deadly game of whispers.

How am I to grow.

The life I love I don't know.

Somehow, someway.

Blood and blame passed on to a neighbour.

Continuing the chain.

Deadly game of whispers.

How am I to grow.

The life I love I don't know.

Somehow, someway.