this is where i found out i was
the boiling of the hate in my gut
that i would have to learn to distrust
this is where i found out my gun
was filled up with a hate that i loved
the echo of a boy who won't trust
i've seen you before and you don't even know
sift through the guards I take
i've been wondering where I'll go
and when the clouds overrun me still
i'll be wondering where I'll go