The struggle of who to be consumes me in my every dream.
Should I fight for humanity, should I fight for selfish needs?
Every time I think I see something that seems to give meaning
It gets ripped away from me and leaves me in a shell of apathy.
Stuck inside this war of red and green.
All my sisters, all my brothers,
All my friends and all my loves.
All my fathers, all my mothers,
I need you all to discover.
You can always find another place inside you to uncover
All those things you used to be. All those things that used to set you free.