Static Too many lies Too many fortunes Too many suffer with no reason Too many live Too many die Too many don't ask why Too many revolutions Too many constitutions Too little contributions Too much pride How can we sit and watch the world go by With nothing but static in our eyes Have you ever asked the question Are we alone with no instruction? We live so blissfully without inquiry or contemplation With blinded eyes we think we live in harmony 'cause we have plenty Do you get angry when you feel it slipping all away? And in the morning when the sun is rising into the sky Do you look across the land and see Or are you blinded by the static? And in the consternation We know a better place We struggle through confusion On and on we face the question Could we be building something Just wandering aimlessly On and on we face the question On and on we face the question You have to ask the question Can we survive in such confusion? We can't see anything with static in our eyes With blinded eyes we think we live in harmony but do you see There is no happiness when you feel it slipping all away And in the morning when the sun is rising into the sky Do you look across the land and see Or are you blinded by the static? And in the consternation We know a better place We struggle through confusion On and on we face the question Could we be building something Just wandering aimlessly On and on we face the question On and on we face the question And in the consternation We know a better place We struggle through confusion On and on we face the question Could we be building something Just wandering aimlessly On and on we face the question On and on we face the question Too many revolutions Too many constitutions Too little contributions Too much pride How can we sit and watch the world go by With nothing but static in our eyes