Faulty Manufacturing - Civilian

There’s light inside me, a heroes heart

I love my neighbor, and I’ll admit when I’m wrong

But I amend who I am in the darkness

And I forget that I’m a man and not an island

There’s dark inside me, in the things that I think

There’s no slow dancing with the devil in me

I amend who I am when the sun’s out

I return to the dirt which I’m made of

I forget that I’m a man and not an island

If you could see me now

If you could see me now

What then will my kids think

What the hell will God say

Did he assemble me with weak links

Am I faulty manufacturing

You, young brother, circumciser

He’s your equal, gay or colored

Son of Salem, born a hunter

Monger fear, to hell with justice

You should stop because you’re scaring the children

You continue to preach but no one needs to hear this

Yours are words of a man on an island

Weight you throw around because your boss is out of town

Don’t run

Because every of bit fear withholding trust

Says more about the past than it does us

So come on in