Stop, and breathe it all in Save it for later We have become so predictable The search for redress is no longer headed Maybe this reflects all our motions We search for a reason to stay here All there is, is nothing to see And all we see, is everything to loose The weight of our responsibility Is laying on our sholders It echoes through the town The end where whispers sleep For how long will this hold When will we be unified and seen as one These dramatic acts have been pushed too far And far too long Maybe this reflects all our motions