| I’ve got a problem with the way you see |
| Your eyes are always trying to take something from me |
| I’ve got a problem with the way you hear |
| Only listening to the bankers and the bombardiers |
| But for now I’m not invisible |
| Sometimes I wish I was |
| Your stare, the weight of your glare |
| Pinned and mounted, but you best beware |
| I’ve got a problem with the way you think |
| Respect could keep us afloat, but you would rather sink |
| I’ve got a problem with the way you act |
| Run your mouth, confuse opinion with fact |
| And if I don’t make any sense to you |
| Well, I never really wanted to |
| Through fictions fed and feelings misconstrued |
| At least I know my aim is true |
| I learned to crawl, to stand, to fall |
| I even learned to scale those fucking walls |
| I learned to scream, to swim upstream |
| And to subsist on optimism and caffeine |
| Ice will melt |
| Seas will rise |
| Iron will rust |
| Fire will fall from the skies |
| Hearts will break, but ours will mend |
| Once we’ve spent all that we can spend |
| We will turn against ourselves, we will feel fear |
| We are a moment, and we will disappear |