Complain - 1984, Laura-Mary Carter

I’m not used to complain

And you complain again

Might I try to understand

Oh my dear I don’t

I always fight to clear away

All your anger in a maze

Of endless walls and hidden fringes

Where you feel caught, where I can’t heal

You

Your will in my hands

Modelling your soul

They build a fence

Around your throat

Devil in my hands

Or something that approaches

Reach your veins

Dwell in your blood

In the streets, in their homes

Don’t you hear your people moan?

They all think, young as old,

The world is not theirs anymore

So catch it now, make it sense

Stop whining when you can’t

You fear the fires but you keep them going

You pay the ransom to keep your throne

Their will in their hands

Unable to control

All the hate

Tire the soul

Devil in their hands

Or something that approaches

Reach their veins

And howl …

When your lies when your lies

When your lies wave on mine

Fires won’t you take your dollars?

When your lies when your lies

When your lies wave on mine