Lyrics

I am guilty of INDECISION Leaving it up to you Not having a point of view

I am guilty of silence Not using my playing card Political boulevard Not trying to prove anything it’s the right way for me...

I am guilty of TELEVISION Living my life through you Vicarious deja-vu

I am guilty of defiance Depends on who made the rule
Prohibitive Sunday School
Not trying to prove anything it’s the right way for me...

I’d write it in a letter So you could know me better But you would twist my words to haunt me It’s not about persuasion A simple explanation… you’ll find

I am guilty of INNERVISION Twisted anxiety A side that I cannot see I am guilty of compliance Placating the village mind Emotional step in line

I don’t have to prove it’s a matter of fact that I don’t have a book that will find a way back from rhetorical promises - this is the right way for me!