Up in arms at the absence of perfection and at the apogee, we find we're all the same.
Although the source defies a name the strain is clear.
Inside our rights and the contradictions, still deciding who's entitled or to blame.
To keep our heads above the shame, we rise and fall.
When your faith is real, there's only so much swept away.
When I look down, whose hands come clean when we wash all our sins away?
We've got to break just to be unselfish.
Forgetting how we once defined ourselves as one.
Caught up in counting all we've won, we tear it down with the strength of our fathers' vision.
Can we somehow break ourselves of this decay as we endeavor on this way?
Endeavor on this way we rise and fall.
When your faith is real, there's only so much swept away.
When I look down, whose hands come clean when we wash all our sins away?
And we don't want to feel your pain.
Stand above, it seems the same as painted fortunes bound to fade.
The same example stripped away in vain.
And I will try to bring you shelter from the bitter winds of your despair.
Seems all that we ever do brings sadness.
Make believe nobody cares.
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