I can't shake the feeling
That we all think we're Jesus
And the biggest cross is ours
While kids are getting shot up
Stealing gum and gushers
By the state thugs that we hire
And I can't stop thinking that the problem is ours
Everyone loves the thought that they're the hero
Of the story of their lives
Or angels in white, stay the hell in line
Until the trumpets end our lives
And we can't stop acting like the world is ours
Forever playing their lives
Every demon perfect in white
They've got you feeling low
Lower than you've ever felt before
If all that you do is sit and hope that it changes
Those are privileged thoughts that you're thinking