I am the student; I am the teacher.
I did not invent sound, but I am its preacher.
While the world is fading away - we are alive,
And desperate to elect some other guide.
We are joined from within; some call it righteous, some call it sin.
And it feels good, so I call it love...and so I resolve.
I close my eyes so I can dream.
To escape a f*cked-up world of humans supreme.
Finally, they're brought to their knees, but we suffer still.
Cause the ones who died aren't controlling everything.
I am the student; I am the teacher...
I did not invent sound, but I am its preacher...
It feels good, so I call it love...and so I resolve.