An odd evolution, some are trending to Longer index fingers, than the middle ones Like Pinocchio’s nose grows, by telling lies Forefingers grow, pointing out the mote Mote on brothers eye Mote on brothers eye Mote on brothers eye That’s the way to feel better By “defeat” of your neighbour Instead of valuate your merits up And despite the good they could have You criticize, you point your finger to Those who you consider a menace Used like a sword, used like a spotlight (to) ward off ghosts, (to) try to put them down Mediocrity as the background To care about, to care about The others life is reason enough to take them down Reaching out the control, sucking up to be, The camera of the big brother, judge and jury too Holy inquisition, faithful seer and tool Train you biggest finger Pointing out the rest Pointing out the rest Mote on brothers eye Mote on brothers eye The guardian of the moral From the pulpit watch to the world Nothing your big digit cannot point on Criminal mind, long finger as a weapon Deformity, abnormal punishment tool Builder of blames, mediocrity you lie on Builder of blames, long fingers bending the worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
