It's hard to imagine   It's so hard to perceive   To find an expression for what it all means   All panic and struggle, all death and decay   Are coming together in relative ways      This electric guitar hanging to my knees   A couple verses, I can barely breathe   But it's all right, it's okay   It's coming together in relative ways      It's started to happen,   It's started to change   With the movement upon us   Hope we make it okay   If it takes a life or a couple of days   It's coming together in relative ways      This electric guitar hanging to my knees   A couple of verses I can barely breathe   But it's all right, it's okay   It's coming together in relative ways      It's okay   I'm a saint   I forgave your mistakes