hurry up, it’s going down
there’s a helicopter flying over
gotta check it out
on the news or in your room
you find any poor soul’s misfortune
and make it your own
you’re so transparent
you can’t even see yourself

if the pain is what you need
let the fire burn, but who’s the enemy?
if misery is God
let the angels sing, now who’s your enemy?

you’ve got the answers, gather round
no one listens so you say it loud
all your life
pacified, overlooked
underestimated in your brilliance
so misunderstood
you’re so inflated in your isolated cell

if the pain is what you need
let the fire burn, but who’s the enemy?
if misery is God
let the angels sing, now who’s your enemy?

all that you embrace
is built around a truth
a truth you could never face
so if fear is what you need
when the bottom drops out
who’s the enemy?