Time of the Sickness
Masses are flooding the streets
It's time to raise the voice
Insecurity breeds crysis
Choices were made
Choices were made
Soulless leaders preach their words
Followed by mindless applause
Numbing silence remains
Is this your dream
Words fail and doubts remain
People learnt to decide
The picture of the future is clear
Now people learn to fight
Why does anyone believe
In these made up stories
These egotrips of maniacs
Why does anyone believe
The servants of oppression
The servants of the dead
War is business, terror the excuse
Grieving about the past
People died, people forgot
But deep inside there is still a heart
That can summon the strength to make it end
Tyrants are rising again
Nothing learnt from the past
Starting over again
No end in sight
No end in sight
Why does anyone believe
In these made up stories
These egotrips of maniacs
Why does anyone believe
The servants of oppression
The servants of the dead
War is business, terror the excuse
Grieving about the past
People died, people forgot
But deep inside there is still a heart
That can summon the strength to make it end
To make it end
It's time to raise the voice
Insecurity breeds crysis
Choices were made
Choices were made
Soulless leaders preach their words
Followed by mindless applause
Numbing silence remains
Is this your dream
Words fail and doubts remain
People learnt to decide
The picture of the future is clear
Now people learn to fight
Why does anyone believe
In these made up stories
These egotrips of maniacs
Why does anyone believe
The servants of oppression
The servants of the dead
War is business, terror the excuse
Grieving about the past
People died, people forgot
But deep inside there is still a heart
That can summon the strength to make it end
Tyrants are rising again
Nothing learnt from the past
Starting over again
No end in sight
No end in sight
Why does anyone believe
In these made up stories
These egotrips of maniacs
Why does anyone believe
The servants of oppression
The servants of the dead
War is business, terror the excuse
Grieving about the past
People died, people forgot
But deep inside there is still a heart
That can summon the strength to make it end
To make it end
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Writer(s): Fake Smile Revolution
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