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The more I see
The less I know
About all the things I thought were wrong or right
And carved in stone
So, don't ask me about
War, Religion, or God
Love, Sex, or Death
Because
Everybody knows what's going wrong with the world
But I don't even know what's going on in myself
Everybody knows what's going wrong with the world
I don't even know what's going on in myself
You've gotta work out your own salvation
With no explanation to this Earth we fall
On hands and knees we crawl
And we look up to the stars
And we reach out and pray
To a deaf, dumb and blind God who never explains
Every body knows what's going wrong with the world
I don't even know what's going on in myself
Everybody knows what's going wrong with the world
But I don't even know what's going on in myself
Everybody knows what's going wrong with the world
I don't even know what's going on in myself
Lord, I've been here for so long
I can feel it coming down on me
I'm just a slow emotion replay of somebody I used to be
Lord, I've been here for so long
I can feel it coming down on me
I'm just a slow emotion replay of somebody I used to be