everyday its the same thing
another trend has begun
its a race to be noticed
and its leaving us numb
with all of our fashion
we're still incomplete
the God of redemption could break our routine
where is our inspiration when all of the heros have gone
and nobody's famous
and nobodys fine
we all need forgivness
and we're longing inside
your throwing your love across to my impossible space
you've created me, take me out of me!
now let redemption begin...