World View

Fabricated, Initiated, officiated, and now we’re hated
Nobody ever said it was easy to run the world
I’ve a feeling that purity’s been lost in the dealing
And now we’re hated, now we’re hated as the whole thing unfurls


And you, sit around and wonder
Is there something more
Is there something more than this


And the few that held onto their idealistic ridiculous world view
Have shaped the little bit of beauty that I can see, that I can see
I’m so afraid that it’s slipping away from me
That I’m paralyzed, and I, sit around and wonder
Is there something more
Is there something more than this


And your children yet to be born, they long,
Is there something more
Is there something more than this