Expecting too much from the wounded And blaming too much on the dead Maybe I'm putting my faith in the weaklings When instead of attacking I choose to defend And maybe we're moving too slowly And maybe we're all going down But everyone knows from the stories, You need to be lost to be found And maybe I cheer for the losers But someone needs to cheer for them And maybe I root for the victims And maybe I'll lose all my bets But we're all condemned in the end It's just in the way that we're made And maybe the guardians don't know The power that lies in despair Father, Tell me I'm a lotus flower I don't think I ever chose to drink This cup, it's sour Why'd you have to make it harder? Father of the damned don't joke around My life's at stake; please make amends Not sure the saints would understand They don't share anything but blame If this is fair, the world makes sense Only because we're all insane We're all the same, we share the blame It's easier than share the pain