Up from Down

Making funny papers, it's the same thing everyday
Wipe your hands of anything, that get's inside your way
Precious little mothers, who seem to have it all
Picking up the pieces, that seem to never fall

How do you know what's up from down
Watching pieces falling to the ground
Looking for temptation on your own
Nothings gonna save your soul

Soldiers marching off to war, pretending that they don't see
Wrap the bodies in a cloth, and throw away the key
No excuse for indecision, the writings on the wall
You better pray to your religion, before you loose it all

How do you know what's up from down
Watching pieces falling to the ground
Looking for temptation on your own
Nothings gonna save your soul

What do you except from me
My true color's coming out
Washed away from society
I do't belong... Set me free



Credits
Writer(s): Victor H Arduini Jr
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