Static

Too many lies 
Too many fortunes 
Too many suffer with no reason 
Too many live 
Too many die 
Too many don't ask why 
Too many revolutions 
Too many constitutions 
Too little contributions 
Too much pride 
How can we sit and watch the world go by 
With nothing but static in our eyes 

Have you ever asked the question 
Are we alone with no instruction? 
We live so blissfully without inquiry or contemplation 
With blinded eyes we think we live in harmony 'cause we have plenty 
Do you get angry when you feel it slipping all away? 

And in the morning when the sun is rising into the sky 
Do you look across the land and see 
Or are you blinded by the static? 

And in the consternation 
We know a better place 
We struggle through confusion 
On and on we face the question 

Could we be building something 
Just wandering aimlessly 
On and on we face the question 
On and on we face the question 

You have to ask the question 
Can we survive in such confusion? 
We can't see anything with static in our eyes 
With blinded eyes we think we live in harmony but do you see 
There is no happiness when you feel it slipping all away 

And in the morning when the sun is rising into the sky 
Do you look across the land and see 
Or are you blinded by the static? 

And in the consternation 
We know a better place 
We struggle through confusion 
On and on we face the question 

Could we be building something 
Just wandering aimlessly 
On and on we face the question 
On and on we face the question 

And in the consternation 
We know a better place 
We struggle through confusion 
On and on we face the question 

Could we be building something 
Just wandering aimlessly 
On and on we face the question 
On and on we face the question 

Too many revolutions 
Too many constitutions 
Too little contributions 
Too much pride 
How can we sit and watch the world go by 
With nothing but static in our eyes