I find that peace of mind is for those with no better way to spend their time We bit the fruit, we tied the noose, we trod on our own hands We're off the path, we ran too fast, in search of foreign lands The world's gone cold, you've built your mold, fit everyone in tight Make us the same, take all the blame, you'll make it all alright Or so you say There's no wind in our sails On our search for this holy grail