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