What's it gonna take for me?
I'm on my hands and knees
While all the poets fill pages of loose leaf
I feel cheap and I feel empty
We will bathe in the sea of disbelief
But we will not go quickly
No we will not die so easily

And I knew that this would happen, it always does
And I couldn't stop my reaction so I let [bad word]  
I let [bad word] 
I still hold the belief that we are free
That we don't need [bad word] to see
That despite what we've done we're not alone
We're closer than we think to home

It didn't take me too long to believe that I could do anything
We turn the songs up loud so we can sing
I am [bad word] and I am living
We will walk through the valley of the shadow of the boring and burn it all
No we will not go quietly

And I knew that this would happen, it always does
And I couldn't stop my reaction so I let [bad word]  
I let [bad word] 
I still hold the belief that we are free
That we don't need [bad word] to see
That despite what we've done we're not alone
We're closer than we think to home
To home; To home; To home; To home; To home; To home; To home

Across the water you call me, but I'm not listening as I sink down
Water fills my lungs as I begin to drown
I knew that this would

I still hold the belief that we are free
That we don't need [bad word] to see
That despite what we've done we're not alone
We're closer than we think to home