The Ghost on My Lawn

I fear there's no truth anymore
Like an exhausted swimmer a mile offshore
Where is that baby I once adored?
Truth is now derived from folklore,

Is this really okay?
To look at the world in a different way
When all reason has gone astray
Apparently the guilty will never pay,

Just sad thoughts running through my head
The meek and mild have to live in dread,

This is an existence you create
Born of your irrational hate
We're getting closer to that final date
When you'll reap your inevitable fate,

Father, it's good that you're gone
My mother's grave I haven't laid a flower on
And I'm still waiting for the light of dawn
Is that a ghost out on my lawn?

Just sad thoughts running through my head
The meek and mild have to live in dread,

They left the lid open on Pandora's box
Mankind has slipped and fallen from the rocks
Truth is now what they mock
Stop for a moment and take stock,

Before you repeat the insanity you've heard
The lines of reality seem so blurred
With the cruel words that you've slurred
For most these thoughts never occurred,

Just sad thoughts running through my head
The meek and mild have to live in dread.