First, we must prove we can work That we are deserving of the penance and the sacred dirt Because our constitution is buried in the soil While our ambition seeks to ascertain and toil in the high
Do you really know what’s real anymore? Do you really know what’s real?
Then, we must move Invite ourselves as conduits To congregate in lieu Of all the disparity we hold in our hearts And the unanswered questions that tear us, tear us apart
Do you really know what’s real anymore? Do you really know what’s real?
I could show you everything I know But I was told that honest art is dead You could give me a bed when I’ve got nowhere to go But you were told that good nature is all in your head
When will we lead ourselves to water And drink ourselves clean in the well? When will we see our sins as fodder Transcend the judgement and bid farewell
When we are one We will discern a meaning When we are one We are consecrated We are consecrated
Finally, we are understanding We will find solace We will find solitudeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
