Crazy Eights

I woke up alone on the outside
 Looking in, with all the compassion of
 The hunters tiptoe in the shadows
 Blessing his kill, completing a circle
 You misunderstood
 It's slipping through my fingers
 I'm trying to reach you
 I tried to find a way through
 This fanatical faith in a culture
 That blames our pain on others who won't fall in line
 They'll hate when you change into someone
 They can't see yet, like fading from photographs
 You misunderstood
 It's slipping through my fingers
 I'm trying to reach you
 I tried to find a way
 You misunderstood
 It's slipping through my fingers
 I'm trying to reach you
 I tried to find a way through
 Don't let it consume you
 They'll grin and confuse you
 Their bias is blind and leading the blind
 Don't fall in line
 You don't have to do as they do
 It's a bitter pill I know it
 Just let it go
 You misunderstood
 It's slipping through my fingers
 I'm trying to reach you
 I tried to find a way
 You misunderstood
 It's slipping through my fingers
 I'm trying to reach you
 I tried to find a way