We have to admit that it burns to the core
We have to admit that its a total loss
Go ahead and pray, and surface complaints, but what's exactly what got us here
I don't wanna be here tied to this past
It's like a dream from another person's mind
Your response, of course, of course
I don't wanna be here, tied to this past
It's like a dream that I never understand
Your response, it's supposed to hurt of course
A passerby holding tight to his complacency
Thinks it's grounds for his place in infinity
Driving strong on a fuel of stubborn ignorance
Happily conflated in party line, complicit free
Are your fingers tired from throwing stones?
Is your conscious weak from being left in the cold?
Get mad as hell, repeat refrains, our bandaid rules are wearing thin
Call out names, and fake exclaim, that you're shocked at the crimes that we create