See the world with jaded eyes   The shallow structure of our crime      The stone falls from your hand   You slip under the sand   Try to understand   Conscience forms a plan      See the world with painted eyes   A collected conscience moves in stride      The stone falls from your hand   You rise above the sand   Try to understand   We define the plan      Question the ideal   Thought will make it real   Reactions you can feel   Truth will be revealed      Reveal      Is the message clear?   Is the message near?   Or buried in the past?   How long will it last?