Graffiti decorations under the sky of dust. A constant wave of tension on top of broken trust. The lessons that you taught me, I learned were never true. Now I find myself in question... They point the finger at me again. Guilty by association, you point the finger at me again. I wanna run away, never say goodbye. I wanna know the truth instead of wondering why. I wanna know the answers, no more lies. I wanna shut the door and open up my mind. Paper bags and angry voices under a sky of dust. Another wave of tension has more than filled me up. All my talk of taking action, these words were never true. I gonna run away, and never say goodbye. Gonna run away... I wanna run away... and open up my mind.