There was never anything that was made defective or out of place   When I drew upon the well to drink compassion, I drew lies      No hell will burn your flesh this time, no lie will be unturned   Love started it all, and what you are is beautiful      Everything you've been taught, it had to be taught   Because it wouldn't come naturally   Always trying to improve, perfect, and rearrange   What is perfect, this revolution was made in pain   Wake up, defection is what they had in mind   Wake up, it starts right here   This revolution was forever filled with pain   And we exploded from a thousand points of light