(Verse #1)
It’s a common theme. The world is monotone and mean/
It’s grown into a full-blown bag of bones that holds reserves of self-esteem/
And it’s worse to melt a dream away with nothing there to replace it with/
Smashed hopes never heal and when it peels away, his faith is stripped/
The paces trip the walk and talk is cheap but still in stock/
Public outrage screams for justice, looting shops and killing cops/
The wheels can’t stop because it’s downhill and the music’s up to loud/
Fingers plug their ears, now shouts rang out and reason’s not allowed/
Believers got to proud ‘cause we held the magic backstage passes/
Now they act like fascists, blocking all the gates to heavenly access/
And that’s just when the package has no doorstep left to land on/
Blacklisted seekers wander wondering what it means to be transformed/
They can’t see because the pastor’s lingo wasn’t made for their people/
White-collar congregation makes contributions to his ego/
And it’s evil and it hurts and it tears us all apart/
And I swear a man can blind you with the blackness in his heart/
The shattered parts of speech are hard to reach in times of need/
The cuts are deep, but I can’t bleed unless I think it helps you see/
I’ll stand against oppression although they claim it sets me free/
‘Cause even when I’m speaking life I know that death is deaf to me…

(Hook)
Gather in together where the sky meets the basement/
Gotta make the world a better place where you take it/
Face to the sunrise, feet to the basement/
Walk everybody, just walk, walk/
Gather in together where the sky meets the basement/
Gotta make the world a better place where you take it/
Face to the sunrise, feet to the basement/
Walk everybody just walk, walk…
(Repeat)

(Bridge)
Go for the uprise, huddled in the playground/
Cuddle the women and kids. Tell ‘em to stay down/
Fellowship with anybody willing to work/
Then sell a bit of land between heaven and Earth/
Catalog the converts. Carry cross for the crippled/
Bury every soul that falls anywhere inside the middle/
Bang your head against the backdrop. Block out the bad thoughts/
Cut out the trash talk, ready for the blast off/
Bang your head against the backdrop. Block out the bad thoughts/
Cut out the trash talk, ready for the blast off/
Bang your head against the backdrop. Block out the bad thoughts/
Cut out the trash talk, ready for the blast off…

(Verse #2)
I wanna be a better man. I wanna strip the flesh from spirit/
I wanna write the songs that people sing that inspire them to be fearless/
Never changing my appearance for moments edited and altered/
Full of awkward things to say today for the lucky seventh caller/
I’ve considered every offer on its merits before I refused it/
And that’s mainly on the basis of their generic brand of two-cents/
If there’s land beneath the cruise ship, then it’s time to rock the boat/
If your label is a nuisance, then it’s time to let ‘em go/
If it’s time for execution, make sure to protect your throat/
If you’re losing your grip, hold tight to the end of the rope/
If you’re broken or you’re broke, take a breath and count your blessings slow/
It’s feast or famine. Sometimes you starve, sometimes you choke/
Sometimes you think, sometimes you know/
Sometimes you pay, sometimes you owe/
Sometimes it burns a hole inside but you’re too proud to let it show/
Reap or sow, keep breathing slow because we need to know the difference/
There’s a time to walk on the sun, but there’s a time to keep your distance…

(Hook)

(Bridge)