Today - by Erik Smith
What
exactly is going on
Inside your head inside your town
Do you think you really know
Do you know where you will go
What is inside the government
A perfect machine of public torment
Wouldn't you love to know
When you hear your mind will blow
That's why you can never know
What really happened in our past
It all flew by so very fast
So many details missed and then dismissed
Such far off pictures painted when reminisced
What is inside our hearts and minds
We are afraid to view our finds
Everyone knows that the news now reflects
Everywhere we look are dark dialects
Everytime we think we scream disrespect
Here we rest in false comforts
Here we stay till it departs
And here we will die when sanity disappears
[whispers]
it wasn't a plane
at the pentagon
it wasn't a plane
at the pentagon
where was the wreckage?
where was the wreckage?
where are the answers?
where are the facts?
under black marker.
it wasn't a plane
it wasn't a plane
it wasn't a plane
[repeats/fades]
