That's my bad, held my tongue
While they "means to an end" the killing of my family
I can't act
Still these war crimes done in my name right now
Selective projection they don't know what they mean I hope
Western historical trauma
Pressing the narrative on it
It seem like parrot or shut up
Through masks broad day
Classmates roleplaying in chains
It's this ignorance through megaphones shit
I'm sorry
That I've been speaking so softly
Blind to the privilege comes with distance
2014 Tel Aviv first visit
Too many shooting stars outside
Air alarms through bunker walls all night
Well I know it's tone deaf of me
They say for the best of me
Don't speak on it actually
Cut off my family
Living in Tel Aviv
Last week I stopped on the street
Man told me go back to Germany
Where I've never been
Where my grandpa fled
Well you know I
Been so tired
You know I
Still ashamed of the things that I never said