Always Right - Paul Michel

You hide in silence it’s your weapon it is your gun and

Oh, it makes you feel good

Are you always right

He hunts with fists clenched on hearts

Preys on the weaker voices

And you seem to dig in

And you call this progress

Suppose for a second

That you are not you

How could you be so scared

Help is on the way

At least you tell yourself

Each and every day

But hope it seems to fade

So you hide yourself away

I am not lonely i swear

I creep in silence i wait

I hear an answer it says

Boy, don’t go quietly

With your head still bowed

Suppose for a second

That you are not you

How could you be so scared

Help is on the way…