Humble Ledger (Gnostic States)

First we must prove we can work

That we are deserving of the penance and the sacred dirt

'Cause our constitution is buried in the soil

While our ambition seeks to ascertain and toil in the high

Do you really know what's real anymore?

Do you really know what's real?

Then we must move

Invite ourselves as conduits

To congregate in lieu

Of all the disparity we hold in our hearts

And the unanswered questions that tear us apart

Do you really know what's real anymore?

Do you really know what's real?

I could show you everything I know

But I was told that honest art is dead

You could give me a bed when I've got nowhere to go

But you were told that good nature is all in your head

When will we lead ourselves to water

And drink our souls clean in the well?

When will we see our sins as fodder

Transcend the judgement and bid farewell?

When we are one

We will discern a meaning

When we are one

We are consecrated

We are consecrated