I don’t want to be a cynic
Don’t want to be a critic
But the way this place is run
Is getting parasitic
Now between us grows a schism
And the growing cataclysm
It’s all busting up the rhythm
I can’t think!

Now we’re cursed by our imagination
Putting ourselves in hopeless situations
If we stopped fighting the battles
We made in our own heads
Maybe He’d come back again
Maybe He’d come back again

No, I’m not greater than my master
He’s so Greek, and I’m a b******
No matter how hard I try
He’ll be running faster
So I have to keep my distance
Cause he hates my mere existence
So I keep passive resistance
Even when it hurts inside

Now we’re cursed by our imagination
Putting ourselves in hopeless situations
If we stopped fighting the battles
We made in our own heads
Maybe He’d come back again
Maybe He’d come back again

How did we get here?