We will never see the truth if we're blinded by tears
Progressing in a state of duty lest we face our fears
I am right-brained and of wrong-intent
A leaf of a tree that’s pent
Prying for my freedom, yet on my descent

(Growing)
Have patience my solemn child
Hold steady, into the wild

Hands are pointing to thee
(You will at last reign)
We are begging please
(Drowning in disdain)
This is not peace
(I can't take this pain)
This will not cease
(Until we're on our knees screaming)

Our deity is you

God bless us
God keep us
God save us this time

Hands are pointing to thee
(You will at last reign)
We are begging please
(Drowning in disdain)
This is not peace
(I can’t take this pain)
This will not cease
(Never)
We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried. Most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad Gita; Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty and, to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form and says, "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."

The world will not be the same