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.