We're sisters and brothers 
And we hate one another 
I say I don't know why 
We're brothers and sisters 
And we're all afraid to die 
I say I don't know why 
So I say "Lord, make me pure" 
Oh, I'm so insecure 
I say I don't know why 
And you say "Lord, what's the cure?" 
We're all so insecure

I found security 
Understand all I see 
No more wonder 
No more question 
I've succumbed 
To the power of suggestion

And a mass movement 
Is about to end

I found security 
I worship spectres 
I'll never see 
All the answers laid bare for me 
I was blind but now I see

And a mass movement 
Is about to end

Now I've got a purpose 
An identity 
I've found myself 
But I lost me