Do you ever stop believing
in the power of the human race?
Do you ever start perceiving,
in the image in the mirror
a decided fall from grace?
It's a product of your disconnected state
As we turn into our fathers,
as we strive to hold our deepest fears at bay
Crashing headlong into others,
blind to consequence, blind to any other way
Simply doing what we must to make our way
Well I say