Satisfied by only what you know
Could you believe in something
Settled on reactionary glow
Could you foresee this coming
Constant reminders of your sin
Can you begin
Satisfied by only what you see
Could you believe in something
Counting all the headlights from upstream
Could you foresee this coming
They take a likeness of the night
Can you defy
Still lost in conflict
Waiting to get picked for the war
Clouded in a head space
Trying to win this thing for what
To get the most for your side
Not thinking of the divine
Satisfied believing you’re alright
Could you believe in something
Settled comfortably in your disguise
Could you foresee this coming
No need to reach the other side
When you can hide
Still lost in conflict
Waiting to get picked for the war
Clouded in a head space
Trying to win this thing for what
To get the most for your side
Not thinking of the divine
