Standing In A Culture Of Losing Hope Lyrics

I see the culmination of a bitter state
People get disillusioned by fear and hate

Still we are wasting our blood on the wrong points

Revolutions they may rise outside our very homes
Rivers of blood may flow outside our front lawn

Still we are wasting our blood on the wrong points

I find myself standing in a culture of losing hope

Swallowed by indifference with tired eyes we see
All beauty that could have been a possibility

Still we are wasting our blood on the wrong points