Here inside this quiet room there's direction
  Outside in the sultry noon-time reflection
  A million scurry they are looking for advice
  None willing to lend charity just exercise their
  Shades of Truth, and partisan convention
  Shades of Truth between dispirate lines
  Shades of Truth interpret my intentions
  You don't know I'm alright
  Who authored the blueprints and made us captains?
  Someone proclaimed creation, people listened
  While children by the millions are thrown into this zoo
  The so-called gift of clarity!
  Oh what was God up to?
  Shades of Truth, and lenient conventions
  Shades of Truth, between dispirate lines
  Shades of Truth interpret my intentions
  You don't know I'm alright
  So many walking paralell and pull their blinders tight
  So few offer apology and accept others rights
  And nothing absolutely can be cherished in the end
  Can't we all accept that it will all happen again?
  Just partisan convention
  Shades of Truth between dispirate lines
  Shades of Truth interpret my intentions
  You don't know I'm alright