Lletres: Jim Johnston. A Matter of Conscience.
Words and music: jim johnston
Solo: jim brammer
Keys: clyde wilson
I know what you're telling me to do, but I can't ignore the bended truth.
I will always remember, what the world will forget,
A future once filled with promise is not filled with anything - except with regret.
I know what I want is not what I need, what are you taking me for?
It consumes every thought - the air that I breathe,
Don't let it trouble your conscience anymore.
There's no way to make me understand the perfect reality,
And there's always a scapegoat right at hand, - just paint the target on me.
We fell for all of the jargon, I can still hear the cry,
Join a volunteer army that never did anything, and never asked why.
I know what I want is not what I need, what are you taking me for?
It consumes every thought - the air that I breathe,
Don't let it trouble your conscience anymore.
The past is a noose that dangles just under my chin,
You swear that you don't despise us, take a stand, and lie to us once more.
We are what we are... think about it.
I will always remember, you assume I'll forget,
A future once filled with promise, replaced by a memory, that's filled with regret.
I know what I want is not what I need,
But it just comes back again and consumes every thought - the air that I breathe,
I guess I'd still like to know what might have been.
You can say what you want, I know what I need. what are you taking me for?
You know that I can't accept my defeat.
It's not a matter of conscience anymore.
Solo: jim brammer
Keys: clyde wilson
I know what you're telling me to do, but I can't ignore the bended truth.
I will always remember, what the world will forget,
A future once filled with promise is not filled with anything - except with regret.
I know what I want is not what I need, what are you taking me for?
It consumes every thought - the air that I breathe,
Don't let it trouble your conscience anymore.
There's no way to make me understand the perfect reality,
And there's always a scapegoat right at hand, - just paint the target on me.
We fell for all of the jargon, I can still hear the cry,
Join a volunteer army that never did anything, and never asked why.
I know what I want is not what I need, what are you taking me for?
It consumes every thought - the air that I breathe,
Don't let it trouble your conscience anymore.
The past is a noose that dangles just under my chin,
You swear that you don't despise us, take a stand, and lie to us once more.
We are what we are... think about it.
I will always remember, you assume I'll forget,
A future once filled with promise, replaced by a memory, that's filled with regret.
I know what I want is not what I need,
But it just comes back again and consumes every thought - the air that I breathe,
I guess I'd still like to know what might have been.
You can say what you want, I know what I need. what are you taking me for?
You know that I can't accept my defeat.
It's not a matter of conscience anymore.