Lyrics

Hall of reflections yet we can rarely tell
Who we are, or some truth about ourselves

Wonder who we are in this world
Time is manmade but nobody can tell
Peace and violence, like tornado they swirl
Some might have it good, some might be in hell
Where’s the love
Where’s the love
War got the world at 300 Degrees
So you know I’m still smokin on them palm trees
Who we are
Tell me who we are
All the answers seem close
But yet they’re still so far
Who we are
Tell me who we are
Till then imma keep my
True emotions in a jar

Say we love each other but do we really care
Conditional appreciation for one another's savoir-faire
Let each other be, but only
If they're adept at conformity

Who are we
Getting swept up in the tides of society
Being told before we know who we truly ought to be
Hall of reflections yet we can rarely tell
Who we are, or some truth about ourselves