Intimidation, threatened by change What will it mean for me, and my understanding of culture? If things are rearranged, it's the fear of the unknown, of the other Like stumbling in the dark, a reflex paranoia You can walk a different track and see how the shoe fits On the other foot, but you won't look When a sense of understanding lacks, contempt simmers beneath A flicker of the fast tongue shows what's buried way down deep Shows what's buried But don't pick that scratch A wound will open Once we struggle to conceal But we can't continue to cover up A true history that's real But don't pick that scratch A wound will open Once we struggle to conceal But we can't continue to cover up A true history that's real But don't pick that scratch A wound will open Once we struggle to conceal But we can't continue to cover up A true history that's real But don't pick that scratch A wound will open Once we struggle to conceal But we can't continue to cover up A true history that's real But don't pick that scratch A wound will open Once we struggle to conceal But we can't continue to cover up A true history that's real