Graffiti decorations

Underneath a sky of dust

A constant wave of tension

On top of broken trust

The lessons that you taught me

I learned were never true



Now I find myself in question

[They point the finger at me again]

Guilty by association

[You point the finger at me again]



Paper bags and angry voices

Under a sky of dust

Another wave of tension

Has more than filled me up

All my talk of taking action

These words were never true



I wanna run away

Never say good-bye

I wanna know the truth

Instead of wondering why

I wanna know the answers

No more lies I wanna shut the door

And open up my mind



Gonna run away