The Means

Haead 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. 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.