A Protest Song

You are the answer, you never talk
You have no question, you are a thought
You are the answer
You're shaped and emblazed
Through the holes in my cover
Something I made
You are the answer, my truthful response
My final saying when everyone's gone

You're my illusion, my pattern of wrong
Hollow idol, tip of my tongue
You're my disgrace and my self made war
And I don't want to remember faith anymore
Wasting myself in the name of a fake
You were made for me by mistake

Oh wash away oh wash away
You had nothing to say
You were made for me by mistake

I had nothing before, then I had you
I was denying, now I refuse
Never been young, you'll never grow old
My life's in my words, hands they are cold
Never made sense but now I disturb
And I'm bashing my goods against
The door of the world

Oh wash away oh wash away
You had nothing to say
You were made for me by mistake