We are the broken resolution of a long past execution,
In our search for absolution we find misguided retribution,
I’m not an atheist by choice,
But I can‘t find one true voice,
Which makes it hard for me to feel,
That any single choice is real,
Sometimes we’re blind to see what’s true,
But then the truth is overdue,
Can you really change the world,
Because the world can sure change you,

We teach our young they’re  free to choose,
And then condition all their views,
Because their only hope to win,
Is by accepting that they’ll lose,
I’m just an optimistic realist,
A lyrical theorist,
I don’t force the lines I write,
I just accept they have to be this,

So we write we sing we preach,
Hoping like minds we can reach,
Because our mediums our weapon,
In this world if indiscretion,
We’re the star within the night,
The loudest voice within the fight,
It's a war for our salvation,
A war that’s of our own creation.