The struggle is in our hearts, it's in our hands
  So whom do we really serve
  What can we trust, what have we planned
  Firmly fix your heart, your mind will follow
  Everlonging, ever lasting
  The truth is sometimes hard to swallow
    We all understand the choice is in our hands
  And chances are the choice has been pre made
  As a plastic figurine slapped in a magazine
  Or on your cable t.v. screen
    So what exactly is it you believe
  Maybe you don't know
  Or maybe you wear it on your sleeve
  I've got to ask myself the same
  I've got to throw myself around
  Because I know I've let you down
    We all understand the choice is in our hands
  And chances are the choice has been pre made
  As a plastic figurine slapped in a magazine
  Or on your cable t.v. screen
    As a plastic figurine slapped in a magazine
  Or on your cable t.v. screen