Twenty three when did we become grown? I never noticed the seeds of the cynic being sown. Will we starve will the harvest time reap Freedom or chains hope or disdain for the weak? Twenty three when did we become safe? We pray to feel pleasure and hate when we have to feel pain
Let me see your burn let me see your bruise You look just like me Let me see where you're broken in two.
We pretend when we find the end of ourselves Afraid to be real so we say that we're somebody else Little ones teach the big to be free Children are only un-costumed humanity
While we wait here in the dark love lends a spark But we can't decide 'Cause coming back to life is harder than hell Once you have died
Finally I can see with your eyes That everyone angry is only just aching inside Twenty-three when the sun sets tonight There's always a reason we just cannot leave it behind
