My understanding of the world as it is Is of the world as I hope it can be How strange it is to be anything at all How embarrassing to be human being The tragedy of crossing lines We draw and called divine Imagination aplenty But will is lacking when you're Twenty two I want to tear apart my membership card To the American Distraction Regime I don't believe in things like evil or good Only the wandering around in between I wasn't made for these times I'm guilty of the crime Of conscious self-edit Insufficient line of credit Holes in the knees of my jeans My understanding of the world as it is Is of the world as I hope it can be