Meddlesome fingers, derisive unsatisfied Cut us down and keep us tied and bound In a treadmill designed we run with tired eyes Occasionally they throw
Loss of memory and outrage Tactics and strategy Justified missiles and shell fire For those who question their desire Above all above us all Divide
When the inspiration through the people?s blood shall run There can be no power greater anywhere beneath the sun The force on earth is weaker than the
Your idle hands are not worn From neither work nor biting winds Yet these hands efficiently collect The fruits from the common soil While keeping
I?d like to bring this tournament to a close Cause eventually it will destroy us all With its fierce and disruptive rivalry It?s a race where no one
We decided to stay within this wreckage It?s not really strange why we?re here Shouted out a millions songs in the uproar Danced the night away in the