Confuzion
Is it a feeling of intrusion or just a state of the mind
Is it a sense of confusion,
always seeking with nothing to find
So many people tell me I'm worthless,
what kind of live will I live
Hording money with a passion
always taking with nothing to give
Avoiding your worries just to get by
your screams escape unheard into the sky
Judging the innocent squashing the fly
The light in the night's just the white of your eye
Is it a feeling of apprehension or just a slip of the tongue
Is it the power of suggestion
keeps you waiting for nothing to come
So many people find that they're lusting,
what kind of thoughts will they think
Holding their future in their holsters
waiting to hurtle into the brink
This confusion's wrapped around me
This confusion's got a hold on me
Sept 10, 1990