Moments

You’ll bruise their hearts, child
You’ll live their lives?
You’ll fill their shoes, child?
You’ll still be right?
You’ll speak your words, child
You’re still na’ve
You’ll tell your lies, child
They’ll still believe
All you’ve ever said about them, it was never right
Has all you’ve learned here been forgotten? You’re the perfect light?
Don’t strain your head, child
Thinking for them
Don’t place the blame, child
Your time will come
All you’ve ever thought about them, it was never right
Your «open mind» is sealed and settled, locked and bolted tight
All you’ve lived is moments in a fraction of their lives
It’s sad you never notice when the stick is in your eye
You’ll throw your stones, child
You’ll never bleed?
All you’ve ever said about them, it was never right
And all you’ve ever thought about them, it was never right
The bleeding hearts and artists painted meanings in their songs
And all the little children lost their minds and sang along
All that you said wasn’t true