The world is sick and all of us in it So fight the cancer Fight the cancer Don't bow your head to it The world is sick but it won't die from it So fight the cancer Fight the cancer Don't bow your head to it I'm afraid that I am me And I had no say in this I dare to be self-aware when ignorance is bliss I never do the things I want I do what I don't want to I'm fortified for treachery and hopelessly untrue Remember when we were all small? With stained-gla** windows stretched up the walls We listened to words we could not understand As they echoed through the church halls They stacked us up conveniently And fed us from their tables They deduced what we should know Because we weren't able And as we grow we feel we know The truth of where we've been Satiated by their oaths Dragged on the heels of holy men Lately I have found frustration among the incongruence A movement of peasants and pacifists drowning in patriotic affluence I feel as though I should do something but I'm staggered by the ramifications They've baptized the empire into the church and heralded its sanctification Sometimes I feel as though I'm taking place outside of myself But I'm afraid that I am me I am me I'm me I'm me “blessed are the meek” succumbs to “might makes right” “turn the other cheek” succumbs to pre-emptive strike “love your enemies” is fossilized beneath the frozen tundra And “blessed are the poor in spirit” is devoured by “god bless America” You file the children into the cla**rooms, make them stand and say an oath And when we ask “should I love God or my country?” You smile and tell us “both.” We've hidden the God we claim we server and driven him beneath the floorboards But I can still hear this still small voice And I can't take it anymore