From the Inside

I would like to know what you are now thinking About foolish dogs Which hate to be controlled for nothing I would like to know what you are now thinking Are these contradictions being justified This weak sense of justice Sweeps me off my feet All the fires that never blaze out I don't notice And words stick in my throat I barely stagger to my feet Don't steal a glance at me The fast is burdensome Don't laugh at me Don't make a fool of me The weak curse their haziness They can't warn those Other who hate to hear The words of those in pain I would like to know what you are now thinking Are these contradictions being justified This weak sense of justice Sweeps me off my feet All the fires that never blaze out I don't notice And words stick in my throat I barely stagger to my feet Don't steal a glance at me The fast is burdensome Don't laugh at me Don't make a fool of me All the fires that never blaze out I don't notice And words stick in my throat I barely stagger to my feet Don't steal a glance at me The fast is burdensome Don't laugh at me Don't make a fool of me I barely stagger to my feet Don't steal a glance at me The fast is burdensome Don't laugh at me Don't make a fool of me