414 Days

Oh this newer generation, Drowning in self pity

Looking for every single possible way to scream "woe is me" to the world

For the high of sympathy

In a world filled with so many people

In a world with free will

How can we blame a God for our suffering

When we're the ones who beat our young for thrills

We rape, we kill

But we rarely claim the bill

We've made our homes in the undertow

No room for tears, only room for growth

We've made our homes in the undertow

We have no choice but to learn and grow

We blame God

It's easier than swallowing the truth

We chase our dreams but we still suffer

Pull at the seams but we still suffer

We blame God

For lack of human reasoning we question our suffering

We chase our dreams but we still suffer

Pull at the seams but we still suffer

Why do you think you're such a victim?

You act like your suffering is something new, but it's not

This is something we all go through

I won't stand for

This double standard held higher than reason

I won't stand for

This double standard held higher than reason

We've made our homes in the undertow

No room for tears, only room for growth

We've made our homes in the undertow

We have no choice but to learn and grow

We blame God

We chase our dreams but we still suffer

We blame God

Pull at the seams but we still suffer

We blame God

We chase our dreams but we still suffer

We blame God