Since when does wishful thinking cure your malady?
Since when do contradictions speak infallibly?
Since when does mindless faith make society?
Since when does superstition breed morality?

(chorus)
We live and die for you
But you b itch and moan
We sweat and cry for you
But bleed on our own
We live and die for you
But you don't care
We kill and lie for you
But you're not there

I'm losing all my faith and starting to burn out
It's nothing they would ever be concerned about
It's something hard to picture, they wont know where to start
Maybe it's much to hard or, maybe they're not too smart

(chorus)

And I know it's not right
It's not fair
But I know you wont help
You'll just stare
And I know you'll stay still
You don't care
But I know you're not there
You're not there

I know they can't see
I know they're naive