The Problem - Downhere

There’s got to be some reason

For all this misery

A secret evil corporation

Somewhere overseas

They’re pulling strings

Arranging things

It’s a conspiracy

Or what about the ones who

Shape the course of history?

What if we petitioned for one

Grand apology?

I’ll write to my prime minister

You, write your president

Everybody’s wondering how

The world could get this way

If God is good, and how it could

Be filled with so much pain

It’s not the age-old mystery

We made it out to be

Yeah, there’s a problem

With the world

And the problem with the world

Is me

Some will say the devil

And his legions

They put us in a headlock

Of submission

But they lost all power over me

A long, long time ago

And since I was a kid you know

I’ve caused a lot of hurt

And no one ever taught me how

To put myself first

It came so very naturally

But I’m not a prodigy

So I will look no further

Than a mirror

That’s where the offender hides

So great is my need

For a redeemer

That I cannot trust myself

No, I cannot trust myself

I dare not trust myself

So I trust in someone else

The sooner you can sing along

The sooner you can sing this song

The happier we’ll be

The problem with the world is me