You don't know for what are the clothes that you wear
Or why you hurt and why you swear
As if you pledged allegiance to something you don't really
know
You hold on to an ideal you don't understand
So you won't fall off of the shaky ground on which you
stand
But you don't understand what stands behind
What you so faithfully stand up for
You fight a battle in the name of something you don't
believe

When the ground stops shaking you'll let go of your ideal
Because you don't need it to keep you standing
You will leave behind all that you were and all that you
loved
And all that remains is a fond or, or not so fond memory
Of something that was once your world
You will change the clothes you wear
And find new reasons to hurt and swear
And finally you will stop standing up
For something you don't quite understand