Uncomfortable Silence
Hours passing almost too easily
After the warm rain
Wipes the stench clean
What do I do then?
What can I be?

What kind of a man
Works till the end
To eat at his table
To sleep in his bed

And who can claim the right
To take away the life
Of a man who spent his time
Living through the fight

So tell me the truth
To be the real you
You gotta to sell your soul to the
Highest Bidder

This can’t be right

Turning out the light

It wasn’t long ago
The man I used to know is gone to me
Give me what power
You said I could have
Lies are no new thing
Wish I remembered that

And what kind of man
Works till his end
To eat at his table
To sleep in his bed

And who can claim the right
To take away the life
Of a man who spent his time
Living through the fight

So tell me the truth
To be the real you
You gotta to sell your soul to the
Highest Bidder

This can’t be right

Turning out the light

What’s the name on the headstone
A terrible lie
I no not my name
I know not my life
What’s the name on the headstone
The message beneath
They sowed and I reaped
The life they gave to me

And who can claim the right
To take away the life
Of a man who spent his time
Living through the fight

So tell me the truth
To be the real you
You gotta to sell your soul to the
Highest Bidder

This can’t be right

Turning out the light