So It Begins Divine
Agony
The suffering of the masses
They cry of pain and envy
Children starve as we gorge ourselves
On this feast of indifference
We claim we're abandoned
As we deny the ones who need us most
[Chorus]
We have the means to make things right
But our comforts come first
For better or for worse
We would rather question the divine
To soothe our conscience we pass the blame
Irony
Claiming the helpless should be saved
While we hold the power in our fingers
Aren't we tired of watching them waste away?
Will we remain as slaves to contentment
Or will we break free?
[Chorus]
We have the means to make things right
But our comforts come first
For better or for worse
We would rather question the divine
To soothe our conscience we pass the blame
We call for action as idly we stand by
Yet we shake our fists and curse the sky
Think of the difference we could make
If we took it on ourselves
Rather than leaving it to fate
Think of the difference we could make
If we took it on ourselves
Rather than leaving it to fate
This reason we've been given
We use to justify passivity
Instead of complaining
(Bite your tongue)
Why don't we seize the opportunity?