Scorched with facts that aren't true
Only meant to hurt each other
Can't just pick the battles where the lesson really counts for something
Point the crooked finger
Start the mob
Hide behind the pack
If there's truth it's lost when leaders turn their backs -leave others bearing
pitchforks & torches. Pitchfork & torches.
Time on one's hands when the simple truth ain't enough
Have it if you want but keep the fuck away from me with your games
Pitchforks. Torches. Pitchforks. Torches.
You must learn; spreading fire won't help to light the way.