Lyrics

An off-white blemish on a perfect palette of blues Sea green converging with Marin money hues Tamalpais looks downward upon the wealth-exempt wound 500 acres with a con in every room While the sun-soaked saunter smiling through Northgate Mall Breathing grey specters sickly scratch cell walls Samaritans of privilege spewing script liberal speak Wretched truth on the Bay's edge - oh, the ease in turning cheek It's not human if we don't havе to look In death's glowing chamber, stone cagе to stone plaque Window watching strangers witness life unpacked Under a redwood halo comes love and regret Sinner self-forgiveness while the saint freely forgets If there's a problem, we'll lock it up Devaluation - the slow strain on the core Treatment by covering the sore Demonization enables error without remorse Systemic - avoidance of the source