The future ain't so pretty   When you're looking through   The rearview mirror.   'Cause history seems to repeat itself,   And our sins start to reappear.   We wake up every morning   And things still seem the same,   Resolutions made, the bills are paid,   But the problems still remain.   In the never-ending revelation   Of exactly who we are,   Angels of mud,   Talking of love   While carving out another scar.   I can't choose your destination,   I can't stop degeneration,   But I can ease the dying,   Hold the crying,   Kill the pain.   Unless your heart is frozen,   You're bound to fell some pain.   You decide to survive   Or be crushed by self-pity,   As you lick your wounds,   Don't nurse your bitterness.   You'll neglect everything you love   And be filled with bitterness.   The blind can't lead the blind,   The dead can't raise the dead,   But the crippled can be healed,   And the hungry can be fed.   The ongoing dilemma   Of how to live with one another   Has kept us occupied   Since Cain killed his brother.   As the years go by,   We've left some things behind,   But the prejudices between ourselves,   Are only more defined.   Psychologists go on arguing,   Sociologists will debate,   But the love that's greater   Than our spite   Is the kind we can't create.