I am the remnants of a slowly dying middle class./
I have a headful of these questions that I wish I’d ask./
I sit in class as I fidget in the plastic seat,/
Hungover and hungry, bout to pass out from the heat./
We study Greece, the forming of the modern man,/

Study all the laws, and the flaws, and the contraband./
We study God, we study Plato’s Hologram,/
And all that I can think about is all of this will fall again./
Call it a trend… I tend to call it destiny./
It all must end to ascend into a better peace./

And the survivors will rebuild from the ashes,/
Though most of us will certainly die before it happens./
And that’s sad… it’s really fucking tragic,/ 

But only half as sad as all the madness on this planet./

See, we’re all savages, acting like we’re civilized./
We’re all suffering, I witness it within their eyes./ 

And if I die for my children and their children’s sake,/

Then that is fine, because living is a give and take./
This isn’t fake, this is bigger than your city state,/

Bigger than addiction, this is bigger than religion, race,/
Your situation, your place, or all the million ways/
That ignorant and powerful people use to disintegrate./

This isn’t hate. This is faith. This is ancient love,/
That has been given a face and a sacred tongue./
And so I wait for it patiently every day because/
I realize we’re sleeping, but it’s safe to say we’re waking up./

This isn’t hate. This is faith. This is ancient love,/
That has been given a face and a sacred tongue./
And so I wait for it patiently every day because/
I realize we’re sleeping, but it’s safe to say we’re waking up./

This isn’t hate. This is faith. This is ancient love,/
That has been given a face and a sacred tongue./
And so I wait for it patiently every day because/
I realize we’re sleeping, but it’s safe to say we’re waking up./

We’re waking up.../
We’re waking up.../
We’re waking up.../


They say the same as above lives below,/
But I don’t really know how they know./
One day I asked ‘em, and they didn’t have an answer,/
So I’m starting to think that they don’t./

They say the same as above lives below,/
But I don’t really know how they know./
One day I asked ‘em, and they didn’t have an answer,/
There’s a thin line between Faith & Hope./