Twothirtyeight Colorblind
When hatred sleeps the scales will fall
and I'll see clearly through it all.
To liberate my selfishness,
there's not enough that I can do.
I'm afraid there's nothing left
when we praise our righteousness.
I never looked down on you,
cause I've been drowning in it too.
And it's better off this way.
And we'll never love again.
Look me up on golden streets.
I'll hold your hand when hatred sleeps.
Make up the days when I despised
the skin you wore I can't deny.
We're both created by his hand
and from his tongue our judgment stands.
f nothing else, remember me.
Forgive this ignorance you see.
