The Problem

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 my self

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