One down, a thousand more to go
turns out this is all we know
So tired of being second guessed
carry on for those oppressed
Discourse like kryptonite
on the battlefield between the wrong and right
Hold fast to your ideals
no matter how arduous it feels
And soon you will be crucified for your own vision
And vilified by indecision
Disillusion it's all the same
just a figure without a name
They try to smother us with their sympathy
and the caustic outcome of hyperbole
On borrowed time yet still upbraided
for propositions not yet gestated
A limitless capacity for scorn
and questions still unformed
turns out this is all we know
So tired of being second guessed
carry on for those oppressed
Discourse like kryptonite
on the battlefield between the wrong and right
Hold fast to your ideals
no matter how arduous it feels
And soon you will be crucified for your own vision
And vilified by indecision
Disillusion it's all the same
just a figure without a name
They try to smother us with their sympathy
and the caustic outcome of hyperbole
On borrowed time yet still upbraided
for propositions not yet gestated
A limitless capacity for scorn
and questions still unformed