The Means - Mattafix

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.

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.

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.