Is it human error to misjudge judgment.
Let's put religion in the back room.
And take a shot at one another.
We've been doing it for this long.
Who cares which way the winds of change will blow…
Someone has to…
Make sense of all of this, witness the shift of power.
Now, I seem to remember a time when we believed…
Whatever happened to growing up and not fading away.
I don't wanna live another life like a fallen native.
A naïve savage…or a brilliant poet.
So, please release me from your grip around my neck.
Cause this is…(honesty that you can't believe)
Let's cross our "arms" again.
And put x's on our eyes.
We denied the masquerade.
I refuse to choose a side.
We'll fight back you're relief.
Until you find a place to hide.
I want a checkmark by my name.
You're a failure by design.
I love the way you let blood fall from your mouth.
Disguised as words.
A prophet wouldn't shine a light on a battlefield.
He wouldn't steal from the past and put a frame on a self portrait.
I say to you…"Can you feel that knife in your back?"
Seems to me, that's the only way your kind attacks.
So, please…release me. Try not to debate a defunct plan.
No, not again…
Let's cross our "arms" again.
And put x's on our eyes.
We denied the masquerade.
I refuse to choose a side.
We'll fight back you're relief.
Until you find a place to hide.
I want a checkmark by my name.
You're a failure by design.
Let's cross our "arms" again. (x4)
The winds of change are blowing this way…
