I start with something and I end up with this
Another victim of his own invention
The road to hell is paved with best intentions
You draw lines
A slightly different symptom of the same disease
CHORUS:
I've got to rid my mind of the hate instilled in me
I've got to purge the prejudice I've been taught at home, at
school and on TV
Pumped into me from birth, my mind's polluted and become
numb to all the pain and suffering that I have yet to overcome
How do you do it?
It's so easy for you to paint the world in black and white
It's not that digital
It's every colour, every shade
How can you break it down to wrong and right?
You draw lines
You draw lines
A slightly different symptom of the same disease
You start with something and you end up with this
and no one wins the stupid game you're playing
You start with something, but there's a point you've missed
More concerned with how you sound than what you're saying
You draw lines