The struggle is in our hearts, it's in our hands

So whom do we really serve

What can we trust, what have we planned

Firmly fix your heart, your mind will follow

Everlonging, ever lasting

The truth is sometimes hard to swallow



We all understand the choice is in our hands

And chances are the choice has been pre made

As a plastic figurine slapped in a magazine

Or on your cable t.v. screen



So what exactly is it you believe

Maybe you don't know

Or maybe you wear it on your sleeve

I've got to ask myself the same

I've got to throw myself around

Because I know I've let you down



We all understand the choice is in our hands

And chances are the choice has been pre made

As a plastic figurine slapped in a magazine

Or on your cable t.v. screen



As a plastic figurine slapped in a magazine

Or on your cable t.v. screen