In the time we had run out
moving forward as tensions mount
I don't want to see in front of us
In the finest hour we find
with a mood changing in time
the divine is beating down on us
It's the kind once thought divine
turning thought against what's right
I can't stand to see what's come of us
Ruling cla** instructs us how
we can fall back into doubt
as the blind are leading all of us
They won't define who I am
Figure out the kind, who I am
You're the one I knew you're the one
take me there I won't comply