I want no more or less than truth,
'Cause I need firm and concrete proof.
You don't need to defend or justify.
And I don't trust the Man to know;
If he's got cards, he sure won't show.
All I want to hear's the reason why.
I'm tired of hearing alibis,
Excuses, pleas and barefaced lies.
I'm sick of how it's so because it's so.
Where does it go?
Where does it go?
Where does it go?
This city's made of prison bars,
Of flashing lights and crashing cars,
With gray-white pavement underneath my feet.
And everyone is all the same:
Each plastic face, each empty name;
The suicidal someones line the street.
And time and people slowly pass
Like sand trapped in an hourglass.
And there's one question always gets me low:
And so it's said, and so to speak,
We play a game of hide and seek,
And even if you win, you only lose.
'Cause if you hide, you're always blind,
And if you seek, you'll never find.
But even so, it's not your choice to choose.
I feel as if I'm stuck here frozen.
I feel like walls are closin' in.
And I've got just one thing I want to know...
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