[Verse 1] Who writes the rules that govern men? Who moves the pieces out of sight? Are kings and presidents the players, Or actors standing in the light? [Bridge] Who owns the stories that we're told? Who shapes the fears inside our skulls? If power hides behind the curtain, Who pulls the strings above our heads? [Chorus] Your identity Is not grace That's a little selfish self That wants it all Your reality Is much more Within the core Of the experience To find the “I exist” And that is all Truth can ever know [Verse 2] Am I the name upon a paper? The letters written in a file? A passport, number, birth certificate? Or something watching all the while? [Bridge] If every law requires agreement, Then when exactly did I choose? And if I never signed the contract, What is it that I really lose? [Chorus] Your identity Is not grace That's a little selfish self That wants it all Your reality Is much more Within the core Of the experience To find the “I exist” And that is all Truth can ever know [Verse 3] If this existence is a program, Who wrote the code and pressed "begin"? Are we the dreamer and the dreamt of, Or simulations deep within? [Bridge] And when I look up at the heavens, Are we alone beneath the stars? Or have we always shared this moment With minds arriving from afar? [Verse 4] Perhaps the world is full of stories, And every story hides a fear, A need to know, to make things certain, To make the mystery disappear. [Chorus] Your identity Is not grace That's a little selfish self That wants it all Your reality Is much more Within the core Of the experience To find the “I exist” And that is all Truth can ever know [Outro] I exist .. I exist .. I exist ..
