[bad word] of change that is made
wrinkle in time, battle of the brave
Fighting for hope of one's beliefs
Deceiving thought planted in minds
When [bad word] freezes over [bad word] the time
That one's point will have been made
There's shattered thoughts, and broken dreams
Wasted lives all for the brighter side of suffering

There's more than fighting for cause
There's fighting for what you believe
If there's a fork in the road of your path
One side needles the other's glass
At least you're walking instead of dragging on what's paved
Some see the glass half empty, others full
I just see the water's cold
And so is this world that we live in
And so I segregate
Separated from the ones without a cause
I segregate
I segregate
Would would you believe?
Could you believe?
There's more to this than what it seems
It's the brighter side of suffering
Poverty, injustice, [bad word] with the pain
humble mind of wisdom and [bad word] 
Would you believe?
There's more to this from this life
There's more to this
Finding a solution
Hope for tomorrow, for a better today
new revolution
We stand and fight and face the pain