What If I'm Wrong?

We could wrestle with tomorrow
Till tomorrow's in the past
Cause I have torn apart what's beautiful
To prove that nothing last
I have stayed locked behind this door
To show there's no way out
I've got lost within the space between
The question and the doubt

On an ordinary day
In an ordinary way
I have combed the cracks of virtue
For a place to lay the blame
And I have hated, I have lied
Been guilty and denied
I've dismissed the ones who question me
Declaring, "I am right!"

What if I'm wrong?
What if I'm wrong?

I have built a wall between what I believe and what is true
I have sacrificed the love I have for power over you
I have convicted those who disagree and walked over the weak
I have placed a gun within the mouth of those who dare to speak

On an ordinary day
In an ordinary way
I have crushed the minds of children with extraordinary shame
I have carried on this war, though no one wins an endless fight
I have claimed that God is guiding me, and killed to prove I'm right

What if I'm wrong?

Is this soul worth saving at all?
Because if I lose my wings, then surely I must fall
And the God's prayed to the God's they made

We could wrestle with tomorrow till tomorrow's in the past
We could tear apart what's beautiful
To prove that nothing last
We could stay locked behind the doors to show there's no way out
We got lost within the space between the question and the doubt

What if we're wrong?