Album: Duh (1992)
Too many hangars in the closet, a clutter of confusion
Too little rectitude to hold a moral absolute
Too much distinction to relate to them
Irresolutions we contemplate with no end
In this world of give & take
And what we refer to as maturity
From emotional need to technology
has you, a cultured seed of your society,
Lacking ability to feel clemency, I am surprized we still
Bleed into the abyss of despair that is hiding the child
Compassion you´d not dare admit to have experienced
Do you regret looking back? A penitent confessing his sins
The child inside of me recalls a time of purity, an outlook of release
You remember, confident that you were able
A future laid out on your table
Running through memories a child is free
The world restored you see, I see
The child inside of me
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