Graffiti decorations 

Underneath a sky of dust 

A constant wave of tension 

On top of broken trust 

The lessons that you taught me 

I learned were never true 

Now I find myself in question 

[They point the finger at me again] 

Guilty by association 

[You point the finger at me again] 

Paper bags and angry voices 

Under a sky of dust 

Another wave of tension 

Has more than filled me up 

All my talk of taking action 

These words were never true 

I wanna run away 

Never say good-bye 

I wanna know the truth 

Instead of wondering why 

I wanna know the answers 

No more lies 

I wanna shut the door 

And open up my mind 

Gonna run away