Ingrate Architect

Just what do you
Think I mean
When I’m venting
My spleen
About another
Boat load now

Tell me
What I think
Is wrong
Why can’t we
All get along
Guess I’m wasting
My time now

Well
If you’d only use
Your mind
Logic
Not the heart
You’ll find
Will help
The human race
Survive

I hear
What you have
To say
But don’t
You get
In my way
Or I’ll be
Slitting your
Throat now

Ideals
The cards
That you play
An hypocrite
Every day
I think you’re
Losing
The race now

‘Cause
I’m the only one
Who’s right
Your kind of
Love
Can only last
The night
True love
Is where
You use the knife
The threat of death
Keeps you
Alive now

I sense you
Looking at me
But you
Don’t know
What you see
Then I take
A look
Back now

At nothing

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