I could wrestle with tomorrow
‘Til tomorrow’s in the past.
I have torn apart what’s beautiful
To prove that nothing lasts.
I have stayed locked behind this door
To show there’s no way out.
I got lost within the space between
The question and the doubt.
On an ordinary day,
In an ordinary way,
I have combed the cracks of virtue
For a place to lay the blame.
And I have hated, I have lied.
Been guilty and denied.
I’ve dismissed the ones who question me
Declaring I am right.
What if I am wrong?
What if I am wrong?
I have built a wall between
What I believe and what is true.
I have sacrificed the love I had
For power over you.
I have convicted those who disagree
And walked over the weak.
I have placed a gun within the mouth
Of those who dare to speak.
On an ordinary day,
In an ordinary way,
I have combed the minds of children
With extraordinary shame.
And I have carried on this war
Though, no one wins an endless fight.
I have claimed that God is guiding me
And killed to prove I’m right.
What if I’m wrong?
What if I’m wrong?
What if I’m wrong?
What if I’m wrong?
Is this soul worth saving at all?
‘Cause if I lose my wings then surely I must fall.
We could wrestle with tomorrow
‘Til tomorrow’s in the past.
We could tear apart what’s beautiful
To prove that nothing lasts.
We could stay locked behind the doors
To show there’s no way out.
We got lost within the space between
The question and the doubt.
What if we’re wrong?
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