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