I see a holy host of sweet confusion

And we all bleed but some men choose to stand up

Stand up straight when there's something to lose

It's not armies at war

A search for the truth

The questions we ask leave us more confused

There's nowhere left to rest

So what can we do

We're calling out answers we don't know

Calling on friends we thought we'd lost

We all have to see what we've become

Waiting on chances so far gone

Hoping our answers light the dark

Praying someday soon we'll understand

As we search for the promised land