Twenty-three, when did we become grown?

I never noticed the seeds of the cynic being sown

Will we stave, will the harvest time reap

Freedom or chains, hope or disdain for the weak?

Twenty-three, when did we become safe?

We pray to feel pleasure and hate when we have to feel pain

Let me see your burn, let me see your bruise

You look just like me

Let me see where you're broken in two

We pretend when we find the end of ourselves

Afraid to be real so we say we are somebody else

Little ones teach the big to be free

Children are only un-costumed humanity

While we wait here in the dark, love lends a spark

But we can't decide

'Cause coming back to life is harder than hell

Once you have died

Finally, I can see with your eyes

That everyone angry is only just aching inside

Twenty-three, when the sun sets tonight

There's always a reason we just cannot leave it behind