Its paralysis in wonderland
Ignoring all the things you can
Building a soapbox out of buried hatchets
On which you finally hope to take a stand
Will you ever be this young again?
I don't know, but don't get mad
when I ignore your gender, man
We split the toll for the long road home
We find ourselves questioning things
that they never wanted us to know
Pioneering sinking ships,
- still being told to 'row!'
A routine change of quarters,
Pushing on every border,
Until you finally feel you've found a home
Where is your light?
Where is your soul?
I guess we've got a ways to go
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 7:47 AM UTC
Its paralysis in wonderland
Ignoring all the things you can
Building a soapbox out of buried hatchets
On which you finally hope to take a stand
Will you ever be this young again?
I don't know, but don't get mad
when I ignore your gender, man
We split the toll for the long road home
We find ourselves questioning things
that they never wanted us to know
Pioneering sinking ships,
- still being told to 'row!'
A routine change of quarters,
Pushing on every border,
Until you finally feel you've found a home
Where is your light?
Where is your soul?
I guess we've got a ways to go
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