There are many reasons to hold a grudge, many reasons the mind won’t budge - even when common sense gives a nudge || those that never hear or listen hold a grudge. Is it right to beat a woman, is it right to beat a man, is it right to stop the circles of our lives as they go ever round. The brute is always within the mind, look deeply and might you find a darkness born of jealousy and fear and so you break the ones to near. Darkest pains are never seen / darkest dreams and darkness screams / not a person has no shade/ but never should hands be on them laid - with anything other than love and gentile embrace as the song says, take that look off your face! Empire, empire, empire. Why are the ghosts always afire, those that did what never would we, and left an ugly legacy. Yet still the flogging of the white continues on without a fight. The sins of the great great great grandfathers are not on us, we who believe the way we behave should be the only fuss.