He's got something left to prove
Like any of us do
If he could just follow his heart
And let it all out
Right infront of us
Only if we would let him

She's got something left to say
Which none of us dare to persuade
Burried deep inside of her
Piercing like a thorn

All we are
Afraid of the dark
Yet we are
Taught to be scared of the light
Nothing's fair enough
Unless it bends back to you
Nothing's good enough
Until we bow down to you
Who we are
What we got
Does it really defines us?
In what we believe
Is that all that's left in us?

I've got nothing left to do
Nothing left to show you
All you keep kneeling
To something no one can see!

In the age of
Idiocracy and oblivion

Choose
What you believe in
Choose
Who you believe in

Make them see
Make them listen
Make them realize

You are a piece of life
As well
On par with them

Living is for believing and loving
For a long time, I have believed and loved
For a long time, I have told the truth and been lied to...

Peace —
A feeling
A state of being
Of being in the present
With a deep sense of calm
That comes from — knowing