Guides for the Future

Words by Robb Spensley

Whose knocking on my door?
I wonder what they're knocking for
Whose coming up my walk?
And are they gonna make me talk?
Whose spying in the telescope?
They can't lock on me I hope
And taping off my cell
intercepting messages to sell

I'm tired of white, I'm tired of bliss
attack you blind side with my bitterness Guides for the future
bear witness

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