So I’m supposed to understand the way I feel
How does that work out when I’m told it can’t be real
Is there maybe some kind of hiding-hole to heal…
I need to know more.
You can be the arbiter and I’ll be what’s been done
It don’t matter if it’s rope or knife or even gun
When is it that this will simply point at someone…
I need to know more.
I’m backward from the brain-run, call me a cell
There is no deal that’s been and done, there is no hard sell
I don’t know you know the score
I need to know more.
There’s the little guy not knowing what he wants
His chaos is he’s working out or simply disappoints
He wants to give up quickly and stop feelings that rots
I need to know more.