He knows no shame, and takes no blame
  This simpleton, sees everything
  He's only satisfied, to point out other's mistakes
  Never afraid, to use his pride
    His tradition is old, his faith a hand-me-down, the family
  He wears them on his sleeve, morale and values left under a christmastree
  He once had the gift, this image in his grandparents eyes
  No guns, no drugs, no rape, no end
    This vacant soul, is pale and blue, in empty gaze, his crow's feet are
  A vision of defeat sick and tired of the meaninglessness
  The irrationale he's desensitized, his every need and emotion
  A cup half empty, but full of euphoria he's,
  Searching for the light switch in the dark, to switch his routine
  To find a reason, to find faith in piece of mind
  When one to many beliefs die, it's tough to see through these black eyes
    Everyone forgives everyone forgets
  Everyone is true and no one here will lie to you
    He knows the truth, he knows the truth, here nothing's certain
  Disregard what you've learned, to find faith in piece of mind
  All of their gods died with his peace, I should know him that heathen's me