HIGH AND DRY YOU'VE GOT A HOLD OF THE FUCKING TRUTH 

YOU'VE GOT NOTHING BUT A BLANK HAND DON'T YOU 

IN THE END IT'S JUST A TIRED EXPLANATION AND 

I CAN'T SIT STILL FOR THE DURATION 

YOU RAISED ME WITH MY HANDS RAISED TO THE SKY 

I GUESS THERE WAS A TIME I BELIEVED YOUR WAYS 

I LEARNED TO READ BETWEEN THE LINES 

I LEARNED TO QUESTION WHAT THEY SAY 

AND IT GETS WORSE BEFORE IT'S OVER AND 

THERE'S NO TRUTH IN CLOUDS ABOVE, NO LUCK IN CLOVER 

AND I DON'T BELIEVE THAT I'D HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY 

SUNDAY SCHOOL AT AGE 9 I THOUGHT I WAS ON THE WINNING TEAM 

BECAUSE I WANED TO SEE IT, I WANTED TO NEED IT 

IT WAS 9 YEARS OF HOLY SHIT AND I BELIEVED IT 

YOU RAISED ME WITH MY HANDS BEHIND MY BACK 

I GUESS THERE WAS A TIME WHEN I BROKE AWAY 

I LEARNED TO DISREGARD THE LIES 

I LEARNED TO QUESTION WHAT THEY SAY 



I WON'T LOOK THROUGH YOUR LENS, 

TAINTED BY INTOLERANCE AND BASED ON FALSE MORALITY 

ALL IN THE NAME GREED