the mess we've made

will there be anyone left

to clean up the mess we've made?

all this blood on our hands

won't wash away

away

my brothers and sisters

are locked inside a cage

will there be anyone left

to clean up the mess

clean up the mess we've made?

whoa!

the system was never broken

it was made this way

do we change things for the better

or just sit back and pray?

i'm tired

so tired

there's nothin' left to say

stand up with me brother

or get the fuck out my way

are we a disease

masquerading as the cure?

will there be anyone left

to clean up the mess we've made?

all this blood on our hands

won't wash away

away

my brothers and sisters

are locked inside a cage

will there be anyone left

to clean up the mess

clean up the mess we've made?

we buy shit we don't need

with money we don't have

just to impress people

we don't give a damn about

if you think you're somehow better

'cause you were born in calmer weather

that silver spoon

is useless in a drought

are we a disease

masquerading as the cure?

will there be anyone left

to clean up the mess we've made?

all this blood on our hands

won't wash away

away

my brothers and sisters

are locked inside a cage

will there be anyone left

to clean up the mess

clean up the mess we've made?

whoa!