A Disgust For Details

If you leave me to be the outsider looking in

Then I am finally home

I have a name and it isn't guilt

That never moved me a single inch

If common sense and common decency aren't enough

Then leave me behind and consider yourself weeded out

If you have the taste for guilt and feed on lies

Then leave me behind and consider me sold out

And this sell out will keep screaming

With the voice to push you to violence

Every word proof you can't handle any different

Every blow proof that you have no intentions of equality

If you make decisions color-based and call that power

Then leave me behind and I won't say a word

I'll just wait until you kill yourselves over nothing

But flesh one thing's sure to die

As political trends keep coming, demanding godlessness

I'll just continue forward, my only intention all along

So look somewhere else for revolution

My disgust for details is nothing revolutionary