A Protest Song

You are the answer you never talk You have no question you are a thought You are the answer you're shaped and emblazed Through the holes in my cover you're something I made You are the answer my truthful response My final saying when everyone's gone You're my illusion my pattern of wrong A hollow idol on the tip of my tongue You're my disgrace my self made war And I don't want to remember faith anymore I'm wasting myself in the name of a fake You were made for me by mistake Oh wash away Oh wash away You had nothing to say You were made for me by mistake I had nothing before then I had you I was denying now I refuse I've never been young you'll never grow old My life's In my words hands they are cold I never made sense but now I disturb I'm bashing my goods against the door of the world Oh wash away Oh wash away You had nothing to say You were made for me by You were made for me by mistake