We're sisters and brothers And we hate one another I say I don't know why We're brothers and sisters And we're all afraid to die I say I don't know why So I say "Lord, make me pure" Oh, I'm so insecure I say I don't know why And you say "Lord, what's the cure?" We're all so insecure
I found security Understand all I see No more wonder No more question I've succumbed To the power of suggestion
And a mass movement Is about to end
I found security I worship spectres I'll never see All the answers laid bare for me I was blind but now I see
And a mass movement Is about to end
Now I've got a purpose An identity I've found myself But I lost me