A Protest Song (Sophie Hunger)

You are the answer, you never talk You have no question, you are a thought You are the answer, you're shaped and emblazed Through the holes in my cover, you're something I made You are the answer, my truthful response My final saying when everyone's gone You're my illusion, my pattern of wrong A hollow idol on the tip of my tongue You're my disgrace, my self-made war And I don't want to remember faith anymore I'm wasting myself in the name of a fake You were made for me by mistake I had nothing before, then I had you I was denying, now I refuse I've never been young, you'll never grow old My life's In my words and my hands they are cold I never made sense but now I disturb I'm bashing my goods against the door of the world Oh wash away Oh wash away You had nothing to say You were made for me by mistake