Who are we? Are we a generation of Moses or a generation of posers? 'Stead of standin' proud like a soldier We surf Netflix on our sofas It's not a fight, if we're not fightin' There can't be a clash with no titans So we aim low ‘Cuz if we aim too high and miss, God forbid, then How do we live? Are we the greater than, or the lesser than? We want change, but not the mess of it We say we trust God, but we're pessimists We say, "Don't shoot the messenger" But if true love is the message, then is my face the reflection? And will I stand on the water while restin' in God's presence? Or will I choose to remain here? 'Cause I can just stay the same here And if I don't make a move at all How can I be the one to blame here? We want the sun, but not the temperature Want to speak, but not be listeners How can we be in position, if we've never asked what the mission was? So who are we? 'Cause we're all part of an army Will we stand up, will we march on? Or just wait here in the lobby? Will we start runnin'? Or just stand still? Either retreat or we storm hills Will we believe or just be chill? And if we don't make a sound Who will?