The race for the backward Power in the wrong few The fumes from the world war The clouds in the room
Systematic hunger Emblem of a brighter youth Overwhelming numbers Killing without proof
They predicted a sensation An Apparition of a predatory few
Voice of innovation To halt unrelenting doom Impossible situation Impossible room
We fought off sedation The lure of dystopian ruse They pushed our imagination There was nothing to lose
A planet with a blackened heart A condition of a passive nature Sedition only went so far Patient with a falling root
System with a crooked start A future lacking any patience Afraid of what you really are But does anybody choose
Can't ask us to settle now Afraid of what we're made of Afraid of what we are Afraid of what we'll lose
Don't ask us to settle now I'm afraid of where we're going I'm afraid of what will be Afraid of what we'll loseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
