Throwing Stones
And there was disapproval; it shone in your eyes
A silent contempt your voice struggled to disguise
Deceitful; our backs displayed for you-stab away
I've looked into your eyes and seen such cruel expanses
Four unforgiving years that I won't soon get back from you
Not one regret now from you
And we were penitent though at heart we still believed
Confining, compliant clay molded in your scheme
Defenseless; blinded, betrayed by you-stab away
I've looked into your eyes and seen such cruel expanses
Four unforgiving years that I won't soon get back from you
Not one regret now from you
Underhanded, spiteful, vindictive, calculated
Genuflect for her son and become what you hated
I have worshipped every God I ever knew
Every stone I ever threw into your empty well-
And I heard the echoes and what they said to me
Was mine alone and so
I've looked into your eyes and seen such cruel expanses
Four unforgiving years that I won't soon get back from you
Not one regret now from you
Underhanded, spiteful, vindictive, calculated
Genuflect for her son and become what you hated
A silent contempt your voice struggled to disguise
Deceitful; our backs displayed for you-stab away
I've looked into your eyes and seen such cruel expanses
Four unforgiving years that I won't soon get back from you
Not one regret now from you
And we were penitent though at heart we still believed
Confining, compliant clay molded in your scheme
Defenseless; blinded, betrayed by you-stab away
I've looked into your eyes and seen such cruel expanses
Four unforgiving years that I won't soon get back from you
Not one regret now from you
Underhanded, spiteful, vindictive, calculated
Genuflect for her son and become what you hated
I have worshipped every God I ever knew
Every stone I ever threw into your empty well-
And I heard the echoes and what they said to me
Was mine alone and so
I've looked into your eyes and seen such cruel expanses
Four unforgiving years that I won't soon get back from you
Not one regret now from you
Underhanded, spiteful, vindictive, calculated
Genuflect for her son and become what you hated
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Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Peter Bell
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