A Capella

Sometimes I wish things wouldn't hurt me
Things that I know I can't avoid

Sometimes I wish the traps I sense
Won't actually catch us

Sometimes I wish I were an alien
To not be an accomplice to this humanity

But I'm a guy crushed by a tank
And I'm the soldier inside the tank
And I'm two twins trembling in fear
Facing lies and facing truth

And I'm that mother giving away a child
And I'm that other one who will raise him
Plundering markets, wielding a bag
Last defense of her integrity

And I'm the politician I know is lying to me
And I'm the servant of the IMF
I'm the journalist having the most fun
I'm the president rushing the end

And I'm the helplessness, the anguish, the void
I'm a gaze that can't bear to see

Sometimes I wish it wouldn't hurt me
But I'm not wise... What can I do