Static

Too many lies
 Too many fortunes
 Too many suffer with no reason
 Too many live
 Too many die
 Too many don't ask why
 Too many revolutions
 Too many constitutions
 Too little contributions
 Too much pride
 How can we sit and watch the world go by
 With nothing but static in our eyes?
 Have you ever asked the question
 Are we alone with no instruction?
 We live so blissfully without inquiry or contemplation
 With blinded eyes we think we live in harmony 'cause we have plenty
 Do you get angry when you feel it slipping all away?
 And in the morning when the sun is rising into the sky
 Do you look across the land and see
 Or are you blinded by the static?
 And in the consternation
 We know a better place
 We struggle through confusion
 On and on we face the question
 Could we be building something
 Just wandering aimlessly?
 On and on we face the question
 On and on we face the question
 You have to ask the question
 Can we survive in such confusion?
 We can't see anything with static in our eyes
 With blinded eyes we think we live in harmony, but do you see?
 There is no happiness when you feel it slipping all away
 And in the morning when the sun is rising into the sky
 Do you look across the land and see
 Or are you blinded by the static?
 And in the consternation
 We know a better place
 We struggle through confusion
 On and on we face the question
 Could we be building something
 Just wandering aimlessly?
 On and on we face the question
 On and on we face the question
 And in the consternation
 We know a better place
 We struggle through confusion
 On and on we face the question
 Could we be building something
 Just wandering aimlessly?
 On and on we face the question
 On and on we face the question
 Too many revolutions
 Too many constitutions
 Too little contributions
 Too much pride
 How can we sit and watch the world go by
 With nothing but static in our eyes?