From the soul of the unnamedTo the devastating depthsOf the heads and the hearts of the shamedWith patience like the fury of a freight trainI'll always have faith in the untamedI have faith in the untamedNo room to think when digression is foughtProgression of thought dies and goes right out the doorIt's hard to move on when tradition is the whoreThat keeps your feet nailed to the frozen floorNow it weighs down your mindAnd once again left you deaf, dumb, and blindBut I have faith that one dayWe'll have the strength to rip our every single pageI have faithYou'll find no peace from thisYou'll still be emptyIt will never endThis tradition is downfallIt's hard to let go when you're still holding onYou'll find no peace from thisYou'll still be emptyYou better believe we're breaking boundariesA routine for the uninspiredFor the hearts that lack any fireI have faithYou'll find no peace from thisYou'll still be emptyIt will never endThis tradition is downfallIt's hard to let go when you're still holding onYou'll find no peace from thisYou'll still be emptyYou better believe we're breaking boundariesYou put your thoughts in dying handsWhile you wade through the quicksandYou put your thoughts in dying handsWhile you wade through the quicksandYou put your thoughts in dying handsWhile you wade through the quicksand"First to realize, not verbally, but in your heart, your blood, your whole thinking, that human beings around the world goes through the same agonies that one goes through. The loneliness, the dispair, the depressions, the extraordinary uncertainty, insecurity, whether they live 10 thousand miles away or 2 thousand miles, or here, they are all psychologically bound together. If one realizes that profoundly, in your guts, your blood, your heart and your mind, then you are responsible."
