You'll bruise their hearts, child  You'll live their lives?  You'll fill their shoes, child?  You'll still be right?  You'll speak your words, child  You're still naive  You'll tell your lies, child  They'll still believe  All you've ever said about them, it was never right  Has all you've learned here been forgotten?  You're the perfect light?  Don't strain your head, child, thinking for them  Don't place the blame, child  Your time will come  All you've ever thought about them, it was never right  Your "open mind" is sealed and settled, locked and bolted tight  All you've lived is moments in a fraction of their lives  It's sad you never notice when the stick is in your eye  You'll throw your stones, child  You'll never bleed?  All you've ever said about them, it was never right  And all you've ever thought about them, it was never right  The bleeding hearts and artists painted meanings in their songs  And all the little children lost their minds and sang along  All that you said wasn't true.