These eyes,
See truth,
Through the lies,
Through jealousy

We're killing time
In the worst way
It's not enough that the
Grave has been dug
The worst is that
We refuse to give in

I, still recall,
When this was
Much more than a
Show of hands
There was a meaning,
THere was a protest,
There were ideas
That couldn't exist outside,
Of progress, and distress
Was our muse to create,
A little hope
Without the fear of being rejected

Where do we stand now?

Losowe piosenki:
Brave New World
Tu Es Partout
Closure
Eto Bas Hocu
One of These Nights
You Spin Me Round
You Never Listened
Everlasting Love
Inside Job
No Chorus