The Cavalry

lost in a vast maze mummified in red tape black and white won't speak to grey hand on the heart don't feel the same how do you keep track of constant change when do you drop bombs when do you negotiate we have nothing except our struggle to survive mark my words the cavalry will never arrive their cloud of words will confuse trace the funds find the truth i guess we're supposed to trust government is less corrupt than business but you can pick your poison 'cause there isn't any difference dove in my heart hawk in my head to have no conflict is to be dead always trapped between two sides scales of the libra halves of the gemini