Quote:You make your way but don't belong.
I swear you’re not the only one.
Is that what you've been dreaming?
There are other ways of staying strong, than keeping out the other ones.
I feel the light years between what you say and what you mean.
You wont get through with that phony confidence.
I hear you speak, but nothing is said.
You'll be stranded on the other side, endless nights upon endless nights.
Endless nights upon endless nights, you'll be alone, alone to the grave.
There's a place in all of us, the same in everyone, making right the balances in all of us.
Aching and burning and growing and learning, and building the world around us.
Until our lives are done, we'll share the same emotions, shed tears of eulogy, then turn to plant our seeds.
Still you can’t hear me call out your name and try to get through.
I never hear back.
My words became a thousand arrows, slicing though the endless barricades, so that everyone on earth could hear my call, and I watched for you.
Now I know you’re putting me on.
You've chosen to swear off the general population.
All those around you draw to a quiet.
Your eyes dart across the room, but it’s just an illusion.
The room doesn’t exist, there's only you and I, and its almost like we cant fail at all, or maybe we've failed already.
What you choose to see is real: A cold dark world of enemies,
obstacles you could never overcome, or a bright future ahead.
So tell the whole world and we'll start brand new.
Strip the shackles off, let me look at you.
If you can't reach out like you’ve been longing to, I’ll have to rethink all that I thought I knew.
Quote:Who are you, what have you become?
A charming illusion, a source of confusion.
Another day & you'll win the race, another day & you'll find your place: a charming illusion, a source of confusion.
Another rise to power, no matter who or when, and we will know of our freedom never again.
A common thread of distance in the hearts of men & we’ll have love for our brothers never again.
We are all the victims of a will to overcome.
How far we've gone out of touch.
There's no right side of war.
You can't justify it.
To erase away all that we've become, they can't see we're all one.
A voice cries from underneath: Dark shepherds strongly though you wield the staff, you're weakened by comfort. There's no way you're prepared for what happens last: Action, reaction, like an eye for an eye from our tribal days, the lesser ones demand reaction.
Dare to challenge the one universal law, set you up to fall?
Do you understand now why your days are numbered?
Do you understand?
The course of events were a riddle, a pause in time, a search for the solution as we stood in line, honored our oppressors and paid our fines.
Then all became clear as the ferocity inside began, to hear the drums of war resound across the land, announcing the fate to shed blood upon the earth, it is ours.
Doomed to repeat our history, there is more than one path to how things could be.
No time to wonder how when or why, we simply come together or die.
To a system of capitalist politicians, false face of a greater power:
Your empire will fall, bringing about the end of an era.
Warmongers, your bloodlust to conquer turn the moments
of our lives into a ticking time bomb of your own creation, counting down the days, rot in your graves.
There's no right side of war.
To erase away all we've become, to erase away all that we love.