Lost in a vast maze
mummified in red tape
black and white won't speak to grey
hand on the heart don't feel the same
how do you keep track of constant change
when do you drop bombs
when do you negotiate
we have nothing
except our struggle to survive
mark my words
the cavalry will never arrive
their cloud of words
will confuse
trace the funds
find the truth
i guess we're supposed to trust
government is less corrupt
than business
but you can pick your poison 'cause
there isn't any difference
dove in my heart
hawk in my head
to have no conflict
is to be dead
always trapped
between two sides
scales of the libra
halves of the gemini