We're sisters and brothers And we hate one another I Say I don't know why We're brothers and sisters And we're all afraid to die I Say I don't know why So I say Lord make me pure Oh I'm so insecure I Say I don't know why And you say Lord: "what's the Cure?" We're all so insecure Now I have found security And I understand all that I see No more wonder No more question I've succummed To the power of suggestion Now I have found security I worship spectres I'll never see All the answers laid bare for me I was blind but now I see Now I've got a purpose An identity I've found myself I've lost me
