Given the lives that have come before us, Given their years of sacrifice, And given the feats that have spawned from failures It's hard to believe the cold device A system as old as is our nature A symbol so desperate to hide Consider the sum of all past efforts Then s** the heathens dry Maybe we're just dreaming, or maybe we're just wrong Or maybe all that's missing is the want We'll keep fighting to turn the page It's sad that some things will never change It's the simple things that'll save us. Sick of your narrow aspirations For status, or worse yet status quo Short of even humble expectations You're holding their helpless heads below We've been hoarding the key to life forever Refusing to share on grounds we're blessed When family reached out for compa**ion We sold them out for less When the light pushed it's edicts through And we swore regression ends Where were your hands We'll keep fighting to turn the page Knowing that some things will never change It's the simple things that'll save us. How can we hope to win Against the primal red tape within It's the simple things that'll save us. Yeah, the simple things will save us.