Social Insecurity

Growling as I smile and stare from the other side of the street

Is it the speed I'm walking at or the shoes upon my feet?

I couldn't afford the baseball boots, that's not the game I play

And if you'd rather hang about I won't get in your way

If the words you backhand to your friend were meant for me to hear

I'll show you a better way to spend your breath over a beer

Or a coffee. Come on mutant-head! Let's drop the social games

Call it a bluff, call it enough, quit calling each other names

There's hardly any difference in the nature of the threat

Some like to be remembered by the reaction they can get

Others need security in a certain social set

But both are too aware of what they still yet have to get

Is no one ever satisfied with being what they are?

If you show me all your barbed wire, I'll only show you scars

But tell me where you got it from and what it costs in friends

And I'll start to get a picture of a person not a trend

Ignorance and affinity to outside influence

Rejects the inner feeling at anyone's expense

What provoked attack was the nature of defence

The weak are strong in knowing that such strength is all pretence

So while you're staring at me I'll be grinning back at you

At various intensities, we'll both know that it's true

That what each other represents is an image we've been fed7

If I'm a fucking waste of space than you're a mutant head

So let's discuss these attitudes and find some common ground

Just doing that is ground enough to exorcise the sound

Of insults, sights of malice, inbred scorn and ignorance

Once beyond the posing we can find the relevance