The more we’re told the less we care
I want to be good but it's still a long way there
There’s nothing a man in power won't do
But I give him more because he told me to blame you
He’ll say the things some of us want to hear
But first he had to check which one of us to fear
He could stay on the left or right
It doesn’t matter as long as he knows which side to fight

Ma never worried how our world lost its way
She just loved us and left the rest for someone else to say
We knew we should be sleeping
But we didn’t want to spoil all our dreams with our weeping
The shaking hands of a peaceful man
Was the witnessed horror of who had to **** when the war began
For every sacrifice that was forgotten
Unmerited glory squanders the living humility of God’s garden

We look to poets for the meaning
The legacy of the dead is all that we are feeling
We look to painters for the honor
The legacy of the dead is painted upon a silk banner
We look to singers for the despair
The legacy of the dead is heard in the wailing air
We leave it to others to describe it
While we search our hearts so we know how to live it

We pray not unto our enemies
Will we fall from the height of our spirit to worship pennies
We pray not unto the wicked
Will we follow but instead unto goodness will we be lifted
We pray not unto an early death
Will we succumb ourselves until we witness Lazurus’ breath
We pray not unto a living hell
Will we burn without the assurance of men striking God's bell

The more we know the less we believe
They say don’t worry about yesterday, tomorrows up our sleeve
They pull hope out like a magic show
We’re so amazed it doesn’t matter what we will never know
They can almost say no wrong
And even if they do, time will save them, it never takes too long
A lifetime of service and a statue
But life remains the same for those that the marble never knew