Текст: James LaBrie. Undecided.

Seems that we've lost our innocence
The pulpit the teachers have warned us
Blindly accepting their words as truth
And taking advantage of our trust

Don't expect an answer
Can't help that you're suspicious
Something is missing
So you can't decide
But you're letting them guide you

How can you listen these empty words?
In their messages meanings
Where's the beginning if there's no end?
Seems you're undecided

Fancy dress contrived rhetoric speech
The unlettered masses conforming
Rank and file members fearing change
But questioned their own faith this morning

Don't expect an answer
Can't help that you're suspicious
Something is missing
Still you can't decide
But you're letting them guide you

How can we listen these empty words?
In their messages meanings
Where's the beginning if there's no end?
Seems we're undecided

And those that will listen
They see their world
In these messages meanings
But I can't accept this as proof
I know neither one's provided

How can we listen these empty words?
In their messages meanings
Where's the beginning if there's no end?
Seems we're undecided

And those that will listen
They see their world
In these messages meanings
But I can't accept this as proof
I know neither one's provided