Ballast

Self-proclaimed saint turned out opposite

Are you surprised about that?

Self-proclaimed saint wanted to be rich

Are you surprised at all? (I'm not surprised at all)

I could rave on all day long

Write CLEVER WORD for ANGRY SONG

Not a word I said would come on through Nothing would change, no one would grow Repetition and futility

Only room for hostility

Nothing you or I will do can change where we'll go to Our fates are sealed by god-complexes in suits

Creeping realization, a world once vast Absolute truths are a thing of the past Gloves off, face revealed behind the mask Absolute truths are a thing of the past

I once had hope

Faced with adversity I'd smile

Obstacles I'd clear

Any hill I would climb

No matter what good I want to bring into the world The world isn't good, and what's good isn't fair

I once had hope

The world outgrew its past Once we could cope

We would abandon the ballast