If I was a prophet, if I was a saint Sent here to save you, to bury the pain Would I be different, would I belong?
Voice of the asylum, arms of obey A cloud of destruction is close to this day Things could be different We can belong (belong x3)
We are the human, we are the strays We talk about heaven, we talk about graves Things could be different, we could belong (belong x3)
Leave behind the renegades Cross the desert through the haze Cos we must hold on yeah Cos we must hold on yeah Moving forward one by one, to find shelter
Cos they say, things are much better than we know We? re not the problem So don? t hate, things will get better if we show We? re not the problem
For the sake of the children For the sake of us all Bury the daemons, brace for the fall Things can be different, we can belong (belong x3)
We are the vision We are the faith We are the meaning We have new taste Things can be different, we can belong (belong x3)
Leave behind the renegades Cross the desert through the haze Cos we must hold on yeah Cos we must hold on yeah Moving forward one by one, to find shelter
Cos they say, things are much better than we know We? re not the problem So don? t hate (hate x2) Things will get better if we show We? re not the problem
We go right back to the start In sweet defiance We were meant to be apart Lie down in silence We must find out who we are (we must find out who we are x3)
If I was a prophet, if I was a saint Sent here to save you, to bury the pain Would I be different, would I belong?
Cos they say, things are much better than we know We? re not the problem So don? t hate (hate x2) Things will get better if we show We? re not the problem They say, things are much better than we know We? re not the problem so don? t hate Things will get better if we show We? re not the problem
Compositor: Grantley Jonathan Nicholas (Grant Nicholas) ECAD: Obra #16870983