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 faked 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
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