Why is it that it's okay,
for people to behave this way?
Pompous abuse. Denial. Neglect.
All of these...without regret.
Intertwined throughout our lives.
From the way we treat our earth,
to the way we treat our wives.

So quick to deny... the uncomfortable.
So easy to dismiss... the unthinkable.
What really matters in life, after all?
Is it that ring on your finger,
or that family picture on the wall?

Does it really matter if she's gay, and
does that mean you can't love her in the same way?
Does it really matter what he drives, and
isn't it more important that he's alive?

Who will be there in the end?
Who has witnessed all that you are?
Who would love you without your gold?
Who will love you without your car?

Denial is comfortable, and
pretending everything's okay.
Freely life is given, and
freely life is thrown away.