Them and us, lobbying determined through a mire of disbelievers Them and us, dire perpetuation and incongruous insistence That there really is a difference between them and
help is there nothing else can compare politicians media feeding us their lies self profiting organizations greed is in their eyes gettiing us hooked violence and
the beat of the drums): 'trail of dead, trail of dead...' then cut to- (collage of pre recorded voices off tv and radio): and. you. will. know. them
rank died And the general sat And the lines on the map Moved from side to side Black and blue And who knows which is which and who is who Up and down And
I'm invisible And you won't even hear me I'm divisible Be what I want to be You won't hear me But you'll feel me There's no reason No right of way
No desire, no air to breathe No desire, no need to seethe I'm just a child That's always been I need to justify Just to survive What I want Is what you
lost child now I don't seem so strong Are my delusions real? I'm not right nor wrong All I can feel is the same old shit Build me up Break me down And
light out So I can't see Keep me weak-willed So you feel strong Cut the air out So I can't breathe Put me down It builds you up Play by your game And
I, me, mine I follow the signs I, me, mine Take what I need Give me strength But don't fight back Give me strength Now you don't exist Stand up straight
Take my soul Take my body Take it all Make your money It's all just you Put me down Rape my purity For your security I can't give I can only take I
Our peace Is now in pieces But what else would You expect But we're nothing Nothing in truth Here comes The internal Winter Where innocence forgets
Who's your saviour? Who's gonna slay you? Beyond perception Just deception Believe in something Die for nothing Take all you can get But it's never over
who's your saviour? who's gonna slay you? beyond perception just deception believe in something die for nothing take all you can get but it's never over
from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Ah, look at all The lonely people Ah, look at all The lonely people Eleanor Rigby Died in the Church and
Well, I got a candle And I've got a spoon I live in a hallway With no doors and no rooms And under a windowsill They all were found A touch of concrete
still believe Paint me your canvas so I become What you could never be I dare you to tell me to walk through the fire Wear my soul and call me a liar
I'm taking pictures with my mind I'm looking down the atmosphere Looking down the atmosphere I know them all I know them all And now, I'll tell you how I know them
