Blind Leading the Blind

My generation's stuck in the mirror Forget about the poor 'cause I don't like the word And I need to know the name of my neighbor I am not known if I'm not seen or heard And I am afraid of that which I do not know So why don't I just ask your fucking name Justice just gets buried in a white light I heard there was a time we'd call it shame So put your hands in mine tonight And I will be here When you're crying out tonight I will be here Your cynicism buys me no more time here Imagine my relief to hit the walls Running from the weight of ancient labels Believing what identity there was Well, my generation's stuck in the mirror Forget about the poor 'cause I don't like the word And I need to know the name of my neighbor I am not known if I'm not seen or heard So put your hands in mine tonight And I will be here When you're crying out tonight I will be here Let's raise our hands for a moment Leave it all behind Don't be afraid for a moment The blind leading the blind So put your hands in mine tonight I will be here And when you're crying out tonight I will be here