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