Un American Tradition

So label me

With the projection

Of your own past life

Hidden away

In the darkest room

At the end

Of a forgotten hall

Buried

Under the rubble

Of your own

Lies, deciet

And sexuality

All to be covered

With a mask

A mask

Of a rising church

That paints us

With the colors

Of your own

Dark clouds

Hanging over your head

As you chastize

With shaking fingers

Dripping in the blood

Of a hundred

Different men

You lead

The other way

And this lonely

Child's heart

That will never be

The same

(4x):

I will never be

The same

All our lives

We were told to be

What's right

For someone else

Unable to live as

And unable to be

The mystery known

As ourselves

As children

We stood there

Straight in a line

Waiting and watching

And hoping to find

A glimpse

Of our future

Without being

Confined

Well

Times are now changing

And soon we'll undo

The hand-cuffs

And the mind-cuffs

That held me and you

We'll never look back

Never stray

Ffrom our mission

Bringing an end

To your

Un american tradition