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Gene Passehl

You, Him, Her, me, Us Them

Something to think over
Don't wash your hands of it
have the intellect to guess
Something to think through and through
Now giving thought
Now losing ground
Covering your ears cause you hear a sound
It is coming to drag you away
Thrashing, bashing
But it all stays the same
Be it now the things that were
Were something to think upon
Behind your eyes you think it can not see
A bleeding soul
A soul bleeding free
Have it once only now
Something that should never be
Virtual
Trivial
Are you still trying to wash it from your hands?
These are things you could not understand
Something
Something to think over
As it all comes tumbling down
Right here it used to be
Over there no one cared
Outside they only cried
Inside they try and hide
Remove your hands from the water
See what will always be there
Look upon your face in the mirror
Realize
Something is out here
Something is coming
Something
Something to think about
Tell me what it is
Tell me what you're trying to wash from your hands
Tell what it is you could never understand
For in the end
Something brings it all