Resolve

I am the student;
I am the teacher.
I did not invent sound,
but I am its preacher.
While the world is fading away,
we are alive,
And desperate to elect
some other guide.

We are joined from within;
some call it righteous,
some call it sin.
And it feels good,
so I call it love,
and so I resolve.

I close my eyes
so I can dream.
To escape a fucked-up world
of human supreme.
Finally, they're brought to their knees,
but we suffer still.
Cause the ones who died
aren't controlling everything.

I am the student;
I am the teacher.
I did not invent sound,
but I am its preacher.
It feels good,
so I call it love,
and so I resolve.



Credits
Writer(s): Harold Hall
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