I am lonely myself And you, you are everything else
Oath, swarmed by the beast Winning you nothing Prepare for the feast When we know nothing It's simply a child Just like its mother It's simply a child Save it all
That's not quite what we meant It's happy accident But it doesn't make us failures That our old ideas had came and when Cause when we're happening, we're nothing
Don't tell me that you fight for principles When you fight for yourself You fight for yourself
It seems that denial Can make seek a change of style Underneath a pretty face Is a murderer who needs his space So he tried to find the ground Blinded, light and darkness now And you tell us why we're deaf Cause we can't see the freedom yet
When it happens to our friends We change no means to suit the end I said 'The devil's in the sky Shoot down anything that flies' And the eagle might mutate And we realize it far too late But in this green and peaceful land The evil comes from our own hands
Compositores: Joseph Sumner, Daniel Robert Burdett Brown, Seton Lloyd Daunt (Seton Daunt) ECAD: Obra #21500401