Forcing onto me Your different point of view You cannot convince I'm ready to refuse You may think we are, Right in different ways I can't bear your mind, Poisoned with clichés This is not a game We are not the same I try but i can't get your point I don't get what you say Your alien language sounds to me Like from the ancient days Truth is not belief Move your mind around, Truth is what you see Go beyond yourself Truth is not belief This is not a game Servants of blind hypocrisy Warriors of endless infamy Feeding the regime of bigotry Killing our last humanity Feeding the regime of bigotry Killing our last humanity I won't try to convince you Coz if i even give my best As long as you don't have convictions You're nothing more than a marionette I try but i can't get your point I don't get what you say Your alien language sounds to me Like from the ancient days Leave! this! place! Leave! My! Way! Shut! Your! Face! And we may seem to be beleaguered The servants of hypocrisy No, never digging any deeper Than the surface that they see Leave! My! Way! Shut! Your! Face!