see the Faces...
trading places, shifting shapes among the crowd
some are thoughtless--always racing against the chains that hold us down

revolutions are a nuisance
when no one will rise above
solve the problem

where it starts from
your redemption isn't yours


can you tell me if you see a way out?
can you tell me do you see?


there's confusion--
just allusions masked by words we've longed to hear
know tomorrow that our sorrows are much less than they appear

you should see a way out
yea, yaeiiii...oh oh no no


can you tell me [see a way out] (x4)