we are jesus and we are satan
we gave them bodies and we gave them faces
we are their potter, still making changes

we are 10,000 dead in a war that was won
we are the father, holy spirit, and the smoking gun
we are the future that will repeat what we have done

we are a mother with a bag over her head
we are a father in the cold with a drink in his hands
we are a divorce that never found its end

we are the pill that fell down a throat
we are the silent specter hides in old homes
we are closet monster waiting till the child's alone

we are the wind and we are the sand
we shift and change till we become with the land
we are brush in the painters hand

we are comic book heros, the strong the brave
lost in a world where we're the ones to save the day
but with our masks off we have no place to stay

we are x's and we are y's
we are breast cancer and the clock that tells time
we are dust, we are carbon that binds

we are love and we are hate
we are war, poverty, and rape
we are the apple that eve ate

we are hero's with a thousand faces

we are the face god, but we made it ourselves
it's made of plastic, so please don't ever tell
we gave light to heaven, and fire to hell

we are lovers in a falling building
and the promise of the diamond wedding ring
we are artists with dirt in our hands

we are, we are each other and one day we will find
that if love is real, then maybe we're really alive
until the clock finds the end of time

this is how it begins and this how it ends
just hold each moment as you pull on the minute hand
and think how you are everyone you've ever met