Tightrope

Put all the blame to the optimists
And never question the hungry mouth
The future comes with great revenge
Hearts dark enough to bring the night
A sickness bright enough to cure
Leper hands hold our guiding light

I won’t let this stain shape my integrity

Keep your war story for later boy
Once you deceive, you face distrust
Subculture victimizes, manipulation
Old gods and new gods are battling for nothing

I won’t let this stain shape my integrity

Born, made of clay
I’m done with this play
I’m done with excuses
The demons returned for their share
All I need is a place to care

Shape my integrity