Wounded Law - Warship

I can’t find the way back

And what was familiar seems abstract

Did I cringe on your approach, unwelcome guest?

(You're welcome now)

Every intrusion needs a host

Every whisper needs your breath

(To carry a secret)

But I never appointed you this post

I don’t want you to direct

How can you know what’s right for me?

I never had the chance to speak

How can you know what’s right for me?

I never had the chance to speak

«But no one cares about what you’ve got to say»

A red line, a mishap

Another town to avoid on the road map

Then you chose a length of rope instead of asking for a hand

(And everything will have it’s end)

The more that gets explained all the less I understand

No you don’t do what’s right for me when the objective is to keep us weak

No you don’t do what’s right for me when the objective is to keep us weak