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

Hollow idol, tip of my tongue

You're my disgrace and my self-made war

And I don't want to remember faith anymore

Wasting myself in the name of a face

You were made for me by mistake

Oh wash away

Oh wash away

You had nothing to say

You were made for me by mistake

I had nothing before, then I had you

I was denying, now I refuse

Never been young and you'll never grow old

My life's in my words, hands they are cold

Never made sense but now I disturb

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