We've grown so strong, and we're holding on to hope that there's an answer. And we end our years, consumed by the fear that there is no place other than here. So while we scream about our broken dreams, we lash out at all but what this anger means. We've grown so strong, but there's something wrong. Is it relative to where you live that what you take is less than what you give. And now we fight all our lives to almost reach the joy that's dangled right before our eyes. We've grown so strong, why are we holding on, because we're looking for the pay back for all this all this suffering, creates the need for something, A need to ease the pain, a need to search for meaning. Do we find that meaning on the cathedral ceiling? Can our hearts be lined with gold? So there is no need for feeling. We've grown so strong, what are we holding on to? While I fight to be free, you cling on to me, and you drag along our captivity. And our angels fly, across a darkened sky, to save the world from fools like you and I. But it's not right, because I won't believe. In bitter masters, and vengeful monsters, we've dedicated too much, we raced ourselves right down to the bottom, now lets do something real.