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The Scotch-Irish Viking

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The Scotch-Irish Viking

Inspirational Others


I Don't Know Where To Turn

I Don't Know Where To Turn

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I apologize If I'm a little course,

my life has been real rough.

I try to hold my anger back,

but it seems you people can't

get enough.


This stuff I often write about,

is the outlet for my pain.

I'm hoping to get rid of it,

so I can be happy again.


It seems like I have been pissed

off since I was a little boy.

It's hard to find any sign of peace,

in the chaos they employ.


I'm not a toy for this society,

Don't play me for a fool.

I don't need your laws to guide me,

I govern myself, you tool!


I'm tired of all this exploitation,

trying to get from me what you ain't got.

I am not a stupid Caucasian,

My brains not filled with

Institutional rot.


Don't shout at me, because I'm free.

You can't control what I think and say.

I won't be incorporated into this

mental disease.

My words will never go away.


I don't know where to turn,

except the words I put on display.

I don't know where to turn,

to make this haunting laughter go away.


Come and take your turn.

More tongue lashing across my back.

I don't know where to turn,

but I face it, when I'm under attack.


Don't demonize me, or try to force

me to be a way I'm not made to be.

Don't patronize me, and mock me

for my spirituality.


This stuff that people laugh about,

entertaining the insane.

I hope that people can heal from it,

This insecurity of the vain.


It seems like people missed out

on the memo of what's wrong and right.

The next hypocrite that steps to me,

better be ready for a fight.


I'm tired of my nation selling out

to anti-freedom gangs.

I won't sit idley by and watch them

put the fukkin' world in chains.


Don't count on me, to accompany

anyone that causes pain and dismay.

I won't be indoctrinated into these

Soldiers Of Decay.


I don't know where to turn,

except the words I put on display.

I don't know where to turn,

to make this haunting laughter go away.


Come and take your turn.

More tongue lashing across my back.

I don't know where to turn,

So I'll face another senseless attack.


I wish this life would cut me some slack.



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