Violins

Don't you think there's another way
not involving pain nor this violence?
Bones that break take a' breath away
from the rolling pen, is this a nonsense?
Power overtakes the fair will to make
it better for this place so we'd have a chance
On a tray lies the head of fate
claiming for a way at our own expense

Any action counts
Any good word helps
So we can see the whereabouts
To come out of our shells
From despair or feelings ain't no fair
we may be born bound to the bone
But don't be scared, the strenght we've always had
will be shown to set a milestone
Once we bear the voice to say out loud:
"come out of your throne"
Then on a comeback we will find a path
not involving pain if we fight as one
Any action counts
Any good word helps
So we can see the whereabouts
To come out of our shells
Any action counts
Any good word helps
So we can see the whereabouts
To come out of our shells
Anyone should know
That feelings rise intense
When we've got nowhere else to go
There's only one defense...