I am tired of the lies,
Tired of hiding behind this disguise
That tells you I am alright.
I am tired of the lies,
Tired of pretending I have it all together.
I never have it all together.
Pre 1:
And if the goal's to be a rational white 'merican heterosexual
Then I think we're all heading for a fiery grave.
If there's hope
It has to be beyond
What we think we know,
If we'll stand up now
And be humble,
Who knows where we'll stumble,
Maybe back to His heart.
I am tired of the games,
Tired of saying we,
That we are the answer.
That we have all the answers.
Pre 2:
'Cause if language and culture
Are all that separate who's right and wrong
Then I don't know if I wanna win.
If there's hope
It has to be beyond
What we think we know,
If we'll stand up now
And be humble,
Who knows where we'll stumble,
Maybe back to His heart.
You must think that
I am losing my mind,
But I prefer to think that I have finally realized
Who I am inside.
Pre 3:
And if the goals to be a rational,
White 'merican heterosexual
Than I'm damn sure I don't wanna win.
And if language and culture
Are all that separate who's right and wrong
Then we're all heading for a fiery grave.
If there's hope
It has to be beyond
What we think we know,
If we'll stand up now
And be humble,
Who knows where we'll stumble,
Maybe back to His heart.