You don't care

A strange taste of freedom, 

a strange kind of love.

Is what I see in your eyes.

Your words sound a like a hurricane,

but I believe you're wrong.

Because of the sound of your voice.

You lie to yourself, 

when you think you're wrong.

You don't listen to yourself, 

it doesn't fit your thoughts.

You don't care.

Your family, your battleground, 

your love is on fire.

Your body built from wood, 

full with desire.

A strange kind of love, 

a strange taste of freedom.

Your words sound a like a hurricane,

but I believe you're wrong.

Because of the sound of your voice.

You lie to yourself, 

when you think you're wrong.

You don't listen to yourself, 

it doesn't fit your thoughts.

You don't care.