Gravity Wins

Paint It Black
We're more than just the sum of our parts
Hands off our bodies, hands off our hearts
And tell me who the fuck are they
To tell us where we can and can't find divinity?
We looked around and found
Their god nowhere in the vicinity
Too much hunger and too much greed
Getting in the way of what we need
Too much neglect and too much blight
You point your finger instead of trying to live your life right.
We've been condemned
We've been gagged and bound
The hand that feeds
Becomes the hand that keeps us down
The rain won't wash away your sins
You're gonna fall
Gravity wins