The struggle is
in our hearts
it's in our hands
So whom do we
really serve What
can we trust what
have we planned
Firmly fix your
heart your mind
will follow Ever
longing ever
lasting The
truth is sometimes
hard to swallow
We all understand
the choice is in
our hands And
chances are
the choice has
been pre made
As a plastic
figurine slapped
in a magazine
Or on your
cable TV screen
So what exactly is
it you believe Or
maybe you don't
know Or maybe you
wear it on your
sleeve I've
got to ask myself
the same I've
got to throw
myself around
Because I know
I've let you down
As a plastic
figurine slapped
in a magazine
Or on your
cable TV screen
As a plastic
figurine slapped
in a magazine
Or on your
cable TV screen