Of all that we can do, why can't we   count ourselve as fortunate? Because   we're free, not to see, it's easy not to   be, be aware of all that we can do. Why   can't we count ourselves as fortunate.      From above looking down, with a   broken smile - every curse cast as a   cure. To awaken thee from this blissful   coma. We're - blessed to be here - lest   we forget...      We wander this path of privilege, with   every step we take for granted. Until   we untie these shoes, we will always,   we will always lose. Ignore no more.      But we still stare blind to the fucking   burden. With which the backs of beauty   bear.      We're - blessed to be here -- lest we   forget. To awaken thee from this   blissful coma.