We judge people like the cover of a second hand book  and we assume lives like a prologue  shallow people tread in shallow water  burn your bridges and build walls high  but the mason is drunk and i think we're all fucked  i've got my prejudice in a bag  it's heavy and it hasn't made me stronger  i don't think it would hurt to throw it in the river  the same can be said for everyone  conscience's guilty as hands are red  the lights are out and no one is listening  there's nothing to lose