Don't Pick That Scratch

Intimidation, threatened by change

What will it mean for me, and my understanding of culture?

If things are rearranged, it's the fear of the unknown, of the other

Like stumbling in the dark, a reflex paranoia

You can walk a different track and see how the shoe fits

On the other foot, but you won't look

When a sense of understanding lacks, contempt simmers beneath

A flicker of the fast tongue shows what's buried way down deep

Shows what's buried

But don't pick that scratch

A wound will open

Once we struggle to conceal

But we can't continue to cover up

A true history that's real

But don't pick that scratch

A wound will open

Once we struggle to conceal

But we can't continue to cover up

A true history that's real

But don't pick that scratch

A wound will open

Once we struggle to conceal

But we can't continue to cover up

A true history that's real

But don't pick that scratch

A wound will open

Once we struggle to conceal

But we can't continue to cover up

A true history that's real

But don't pick that scratch

A wound will open

Once we struggle to conceal

But we can't continue to cover up

A true history that's real