- cifra
In a world
Where we think
That we've seen
Everything
In a world
Where we think
That we rise above
All things
In a time
That is so fast
You have to run
So you won't get lost
In a time
That is so loud
You have to scream
To get recognised
In a land
Where you must fight
For a little Fragement
Of human right
In a system
That uses war
To spread its spirit
Around the globe
A religion
That uses hate
To plug its message
Into your brain
A revolution
That turns back time
Forgets what we have
Learned to be
I'd like to say
I have to say
You...don't know nothin'
You...don't know nothin' about
You...don't know nothin'
You...don't know nothin' at all
A public
Where shoes do shine
And money beats
Respect for life
In a world
That is cleaned
Of all secrets
That nature kept
A public
Where death's reduced
To be excitement
In late night news
In a time
Where children learn
To ignore the world
Around them
