Where were the disconnected few
To see the difference in the signal and the truth
All the confection-sweet defection
Makes it difficult to breath
I'll know home when I get there
And I never want to leave
Until then, I'll play my part but know
It's taken all I have
It's killing me
Where were the disaffected youth?
Some fresh perspective on the cycle of abuse
Dear father, all your sons and daughters
Seem like hypocrites to me
I'll know home when I get there
And I never want to leave
Until then, I'll play my part but know
It's taken all I have
It's killing me
I'll know home when I get there
And I never want to leave
Until then, I'll play my part but know
It's taken all I have
It's killing me