A Protest Song

You are the answer, you never talk

You have no question, you are a thought

You are the answer, you're shaped and emblazed

Through the holes in my cover, you're something I made

You are the answer, my truthful response

My final saying when everyone's gone

You're my illusion, my pattern of wrong

A hollow idol on the tip of my tongue

You're my disgrace, my self-made war

And I don't want to remember faith anymore

I'm wasting myself in the name of a fake

You were made for me by mistake

I had nothing before, then I had you

I was denying, now I refuse

I've never been young, you'll never grow old

My life's In my words and my hands they are cold

I never made sense but now I disturb

I'm bashing my goods against the door of the world

Oh wash away

Oh wash away

You had nothing to say

You were made for me by mistake