We paint it like a cross in colors dark and subtle It comes across, rebellion! You stare at our rebuttal. We're jealous, contemptuous - we refuse to look within ourselves. Self-centered, short-sighted... the fight and nothing else. We all want to be shepherds, engaged in holy battle. We all want to make changes, but we become the cattle. We're jealous, contemptuous - we refuse to look within ourselves. Self-centered, short-sighted... the fight and nothing else.

We go through life with eyes crossed on the crosshair. We qualify our existence with values shaped by mythology. We analyze, and we think of our failures. One day we die - now tell me where does that get you? Locked in the fight, sometimes we overlook LIFE. All that we've done, as well as what's left to be won. We try our best - sometimes success, sometimes we fail. We try again, we get back up - holding on to our humanity