"Puzzled"

If the picture is humanity
And we are all the pieces
Why do we try to fit unevenly
Give ground to our diseases
And if this is life
Why does everything around us die
As we try to fit with it
To clothe ourselves as counterfeit
When it won't bring life

Something doesn't sit
Something doesn't fit
And we're getting into fist fights just to prove it
If something doesn't change
We're gonna spend our days
Clinging to bitterness just to reap more of it

If a picture of divinity
It'll never be complete
None of us can claim humility
When we're still practicing conceit
We refuse to meet in the middle
Afraid to taint our point of view
If your eyes are on the truth
Believe it'll ring through

Something doesn't sit
Something doesn't fit
And we're getting into fist fights just to prove it
If something doesn't change
We're gonna spend our days
Clinging to bitterness just to reap more of it
Until we become it