Let the hands fall, to the floor Allow these pupils, to see organs A telescopic view is almost arousing No more holiness in denial The trojan army is just a farce Reality is two weeks in waiting I'm not sure, if we're on the same page I'm not sure Habitual weakness stains the past Desire rolls over and waits for spring I'm not sure, if we're on the same page I'm not sure, if we're on the same page I'm not sure I'm not sure, if we're on the same page Your eyes are lusting, my hands, are tied Your mind conditioned, my heart, has changed I'm not sure, if we're on the same page I'm not sure, if we're on the same page And I'm not sure, and I'm not sure I'm not sure, not sure Your eyes are lusting, my hands, are tied Your mind conditioned, my heart, has changed