The stale taste of banality makes sense, yes that is true
As I find myself believing I'm much better than all of you
It's a great lack of tolerance nurtured by you and me
And it stands as a monument over failed attempts to bring unity

You know, we're all so quick to judge
That we forget about one another

I wish that I could change my ways to become a better me
Break this chain of laziness, and erase callosity
'cause it's a great lack of tolerance that separates you and me
Too much talking behind the backs
It's not the way that things have got to be

You know, we're all,

We're drowning,
In the stinking sea of our self-righteousness

You know, we're all