If I apologize for the swift and sudden rise of reoccurring themesOf love and God and warWill you make amends for the way we understandThese aren't the things we think about when we think about our jobs anymoreI'm so sick of this bed, I felt compelled to createLeft it for you, waiting in nightline spaceA record click, to ease the painTo slip the soft features of your faceYou can put your window downYou can put your window downAnd put your musical tasteOn this no man's landscapeTake it up, don't need to relateTo these troubled statesGod please save these troubled statesGod please save these troubled statesAnd I can't set aside all the condescending liesThey're making us believe about state and faith and lawAnd every dark-skinned man a criminalEvery white Christian forgivableWe're choosing sides, soldier's lives in the new culture warI'm so sick of this bed, I felt compelled to createLeft it for you, draped in a drink caseOutside your place, heaven sentIf I'm not tough and I keep you awakeI think we share the collective painOf these troubled statesGod please save these troubled statesGod please save these troubled statesSome of us are going to hellBut we want a hell of a placeInsanity for defenseAnd vanity for attackWritten upon the desk in a bookTried to plan the deathWe'll fix the fat and ugly with incisionsWe'll stash the gay and limber up in the windowsWe'll keep the black and poorIn and out of constant threat of prisonAnd they'll all feel blessedJust for being part of the visionJust for being part of the vision