Male female slave or free; peaceful or disorderly; maybe you and he will not agree; but you need him to show you new ways to see.
Some people never see the light Till it shines thru bullet holes.
Lord, spit on our eyes that we may see, how to wake up from this tragedy.
All these years of thinking, ending up like this: In front of all this beauty, understanding nothing.
Everybody wants to see justice done, to somebody else.
The trouble with normal is it always gets worse, fashionable fascism dominates the scene.