I Can - Truth

Blood and Dust Have Changed All the Colors in My Mind Black Has Made Me See But the Truth Has Made Me Blind To the Fears To the Lies They Were Here All the Time In Your Sympathetic Sunday Night I Don't Belong Till All the Hate That Lines the Face of My Enemy Is Gone To the Fears To the Lies They Were Here All the Time The Mouth of New York City Talks Spitting Dust From Streets to Sidewalks Pictures Soaked in Fasoline Twisting Through the Steel and Concrete The Smoke Has Leared But I Ca't Breathe The New Day Is a Prison For the Souls Who've Lost Hope But I've Been Taught Change Comes to the Ones Who Need It Most All the Fears All the Lies They Were Here All the Time