Confessor by Roelantmusic

shadows under the light of main street
i was taught to fear what i don’t understand
i was taught to fear the foreign man

the mountains brought low, a gathering storm
complacent inside great banquet halls,
the blind lead the blind, how can i know if i'm going blind?

there's no place for us in our hometown

what about love, are we so impatient?
is it not enough, do we fear contagion?

shadow of the man i should be
it's more easy to fault than it is to forgive
it's more easy to cut than it is to mend

and i feel i’ve been wrong, stone in my hand
complicit in lies, that it’s us versus them
and the poets were right, is it so important to be right?