I'm hidden, nothing but these scars,
These sheltered lives, in sheltered cars,
Speed to sheltered homes and then,
Speed to sheltered work again,
And speed right past this homeless man,
This human litter, crushed tin can,
This empty packet of a life,
What are my troubles, or my strife?
Keep living sheltered lives and then,
Have sheltered kids and start again.
And stop us shadows leaking through,
To sheltered lives, from scaring you,
From opening up these barcode eyes,
What is your life without it's lies?