Behind these eyes lies a pain that few ever know
The pain of betrayal by those who claimed to care
When I say what's on my mind
Friends turn their backs and walk away
People say I look cool and commanding
But deep down I only want some help
From people who won't give me the time of day
Charity means nothing to me
I have yet to see them actually do something
For those who need it
Sure, they pour money into a national disaster
But when a man who has never known true freedom
Needs a helping hand and something to free him
From invisible shackles of hate and oppression
No one lifts a finger because he isn't the social type
So I work like a slave, pouring everything into a meaningless struggle
While people who call themselves friends give me their condolences
And then go buy a new TV to watch the big game
My faith in humanity is dead
Behind these eyes is a secret hatred for the able
They have the means, but they don't feel they need
To do something to make one man's dream come true
The dream of being free of the tyranny of the uncaring
