John Trudell
John Trudell
John Trudell
John Trudell
John Trudell
John Trudell
John Trudell
John Trudell
John Trudell
John Trudell
John Trudell
John Trudell
John Trudell
One side of the face
Tells us lies
One side of the face
Believes those lies
One side of the face
Believes nothing at all
We were all young together
One throw of the dice
No one left but survivors
One side of the face
Divided by two
One side of the face
A darkening cloud
One side of the face
Won't stand up
Against the army of the rich
See us watching where they step
Unseeing eyes listening for promises
One side of the face
Praising love
One side of the face
Can't hear the praise
One side of the face
Lost it's soul
Changing seasons
Life gives us age
Who gives us insecurity
Through the seasons
How many children were unhappy
How many elders grow up lonely
One side of the face
Has a crooked smile
One side of the face
Prays for salvation
One side of the face
Prays with an E
Summers and Autumns of our lives
Imaginations trapped in tech-no-logic
Corrals industrial hunting grounds
After youth before age entire lives
Spent never figuring what happens
One side of the face
Doesn't know any better
One side of the face
Is better than that
One side of the face
Hides from itself
And the other side of the face knows it