When you chose to ignore that voice in your head And the lines become blurred with the choices you live Stop pleasing the people who live near the steeple And live and don’t you ever forget Chorus So sick and frustrated with this world They complicate it How did they get the nerve When will we be able to discern A life for the price of eternal worth
Your face down in quicksand it steals your breath And my sight becomes clear I feel my trigger hand When did this all turn out to just be about A man dying for the promise land