It's hard to imagine
It's so hard to perceive
To find an expression for what it all means
All panic and struggle, all death and decay
Are coming together in relative ways

This electric guitar hanging to my knees
A couple verses, I can barely breathe
But it's all right, it's okay
It's coming together in relative ways

It's started to happen,
It's started to change
With the movement upon us
Hope we make it okay
If it takes a life or a couple of days
It's coming together in relative ways

This electric guitar hanging to my knees
A couple of verses I can barely breathe
But it's all right, it's okay
It's coming together in relative ways

It's okay
I'm a saint
I forgave your mistakes