This is a dream
Or maybe it’s a nightmare
Nothings what it seems
And ‘cause of that we all stare

Blankly
This is a dream
Or maybe it’s a nightmare
Lonely
Nothings what it seems
And cause of that we all stare
Discouragingly
Depressingly

Why is black evil
Why is light good
Why is everything not
What it should?

Church is to be a place
Not a reputation
Holy is a state of mind
Not a new petition
If what is whites white
And what is black’s black
Where is the grey
Are we all in the sack?
Why are we so angry?
Or why are we so sad
We don’t need to stare back
At everything we had

Blankly
Why are we so angry?
Or why are we so sad
Lonely
We don’t need to stare back
At everything we had
Discouragingly
Depressingly

Why is black evil
Why is light good
Why is everything not
What it should?