Written in May 2008

Ask no questions of me
Go.  I need some time alone
You should be on your own

CHORUS: And have you ever tried to see your souls
‘Cause ignorance won’t give you one
Bought or sold
If you ask, forgiveness from the mold
You break your spirit.  Go

You need solace for your health
There’s no such thing as help
You need to heal yourself


They say, the way to truth is paved
By digging one’s own grave
For the common good, the way you should
One unbiased race, an equal place
Will leave you graceless, you’re faceless
But you’re safe

Go.  Go.

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