Desolate isle

Where is the peace that they promised we’d find?
Peace for our cities our children our minds?
We are desperate
And lost on the winds of ideals that keep changing their course
Utopian dreamers only bring us new wars
We are desolate
At another dead end
So why does the tide always brings us to this?
If heaven is real why’s it easy to miss?
I want life but I’m content to exist without knowing my purpose

Where are the prophets the priests and the kings who looked beyond nature for the nature of things?
They’ve been ignored
And called primitive men cause their theories weren’t fully evolved
They believed mysteries that science can’t solve
But I’m unsure we’re wiser than them
We look at the world through a narrower lens
We follow our reason and stop where she ends
We put faith in our senses and forsake common sense
It’s disorder
But we call it a new world order

Are we so righteous that we can make all the wrongs right?
Are we so enlightened that we can turn darkness to light?
No
We’re just the cynics proclaiming the flaws
We aim our polemic at political laws
We’re fighting the symptoms because we can’t see our greed is the cause
We stand as judges when we should be standing on trial
We’re the ones who make this world a desolate isle
We’re the problem – every father every mother every child
But the truth is we’ve grown to love the exile

On this rock we’ve taken our stand
Joined by the leagues of men now buried in sand.
Babylon – we’ll build her again
The great city of man
This time we’re sure she will stand
But on this rock the castles will fall
We can’t keep the waves of time from breeching the walls
Every man – the great and the small
When the tide overtakes us justice will take us all

Are we so righteous that we can make all the wrongs right?
Are we so enlightened that we can turn darkness to light?
Are we so righteous that grace doesn’t have any worth?
Are we so enlightened that we can build heaven on earth?
No