I've been burnin' and dousin' the flames
I feel the whiplash of the backlash on my face
I meant to sleep at night
But I wake to trip the day
Never for you, never for me would I kiss your feet of clay
I'm still alive and so should I soak up the wave of compromise
Am I the victim of youth is this the truth?
Why don't you tell me, why don't you tell me?
There's no conscience in charity or shame
The voice deceives me
But believe me it's the same
I see the black in whit
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