you say it's the tie-dyed minds that make us blind. an eye for an eye? why try? who's going to be there to cry for you when you fry?
i've commited a crime, my time is done. obviously i'm set to be hung. my final words sung by the tongue of the man in the mask. his axe swings through the air and i relax. relax. well where am i going how am i going to get there and who's going to decide this for me? relax? you interrupted my human syntax. i'm stuck here spinning while your life's still intact.
why do i sit here and pay for your crime while you're walking the fine line of morality. revenge is mentality. "get over it." how? when we see each other as the enemy? humanity is the only friend to me. it still seems like a sin to me to begin to be someone's judge. i'm not talking about race, color, creed, a physical grudge. i mean judging someone's actions. we seem to get satisfaction in knowing that we allow fractions of diversity. but we're not that diverse when we murder people for misconceptions.
