[legato viola open with solo] (My mind is sharp, my vision blurry) I have issues which no one can cure me There is no purity No innocence only ignorance (Little shocks Or rocks my world) Immune to insults Guarded against false compliments [guitar strums power chords in major scale] (My soul is curious and quiet) Reaching far and deep with silence I minimize violence But life requires it (So it must be) I believe myself to be caring Compassionate and kind (Knowing how little i know I keep humility in mind) Remind myself I am not right (They are not right) [percussive dissonance] I find this all so flawed (Plodding pedestrian and pliable) So many options viable That senses dull from it Spirit gets shielded (and scarred) Truth discarded for borderline retarded Paths of least resistance No innocence only ignorance (And observation) Disillusionments( long since done with) Absolutes so few and far between (As to seem comical) Yet to hear the clarion calls of snake oil salesmen You would think (our institutions great) Rather than (making straws to clutch) (In the thunder, the dark, and every sudden hush) [explosion of sounds]
