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 bitternessGuides for the future
bear witness