Graffiti decorations
  Underneath a sky of dust
  A constant wave of tension
  On top of broken trust
  The lessons that you taught me
  I learn were never true
  Now I find myself in question
  They point the finger at me again
  Guilty by association
  You point the finger at me again
    Paper bags and angry voices
  Under a sky of dust
  Another wave of tension
  Has more than filled me up
  All my talk of taking action
  These words were never true
  Now I find myself in question
  They point the finger at me again
  Guilty by association
  You point the finger at me again
    I wanna run away
  Never say goodbye
  I wanna know the truth
  Instead of wondering why
  I wanna know the answers
  No more lies
  I wanna shut the door
  And open up my mind
    Gonna run away...