Static

Too many lies
Too many fortunes
Too many suffer with no reason
Too many live
Too many die
Too many don't ask why
Too many revolutions
Too many constitutions
Too little contributions
Too much pride
How can we sit and watch the world go by
With nothing but static in our eyes

Have you ever asked the question
Are we alone with no instruction?
We live so blissfully without inquiry or contemplation
With blinded eyes we think we live in harmony 'cause we have plenty
Do you get angry when you feel it slipping all away?

And in the morning when the sun is rising into the sky
Do you look across the land and see
Or are you blinded by the static?

And in the consternation
We know a better place
We struggle through confusion
On and on we face the question

Could we be building something
Just wandering aimlessly
On and on we face the question
On and on we face the question

You have to ask the question
Can we survive in such confusion?
We can't see anything with static in our eyes
With blinded eyes we think we live in harmony but do you see
There is no happiness when you feel it slipping all away

And in the morning when the sun is rising into the sky
Do you look across the land and see
Or are you blinded by the static?

And in the consternation
We know a better place
We struggle through confusion
On and on we face the question

Could we be building something
Just wandering aimlessly
On and on we face the question
On and on we face the question

And in the consternation
We know a better place
We struggle through confusion
On and on we face the question

Could we be building something
Just wandering aimlessly
On and on we face the question
On and on we face the question

Too many revolutions
Too many constitutions
Too little contributions
Too much pride
How can we sit and watch the world go by
With nothing but static in our eyes