While truth suffocates under a mass of lies,
I struggle to breathe an honest word.
I envision a look
A mad stare which drives me off.

When the voice of greed calls
I remember my liberal ways
To be like the people
To share in their struggle.

I can say and do what I want
So I keep the damage to a minimum.
Is it a phase,
Will I ever snap out?

Who is backwards?
Is it enough to say "I had a share in life"
To have a share in a better world?
Yet we've all sinned.

Through inaction I have sinned,
But I am licking my wounds
Hoping for a healthier mind
Waiting for when I'm better.