Crisis

There's another plan and game
To fill the empty space
The sound of silence grows
My frustration didn't stop
Aaaah how far can we go?
Aaaah how far we can go

It's another faceless leader
Pretending to be your friend
Most are judged by what they make
And some by how much they can take

Aaaah Everyday we swallow our pride
Aaaah They left nothing for us to decide

Take the money from the man who casts out on the street
Selling our freedom in exchange for luxury
All you've got to offer are false prophecies
Looking for an answer how to make ends meet

Take the money from the man who casts out on the street
Selling our freedom in exchange for luxury
All you've got to offer are false prophecies
Looking for an answer how to make ends meet



Credits
Writer(s): Slawomir Piotr Wasilczenko
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