Born as a blank page We must pick and choose Our destinations and The paths we'll use What shall we say is sacred What will be abused It's no wonder The world is confused Murder and weather Is our only news I will refuse!
Your offer is tempting But it's not what it seems You take advantage Of everyone else's dreams You create the perfect picture By dressing up the scene Trust our hopes and lives To your death machines Your point is not well taken Because that's not what it means I will refuseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
