We are the commons of a race all subdued in a steady pace Please wear a set of hands and feel these bruises are indeed for real Scorn, beaten scared, beaten scared, beaten Our dreams are shattered thoughts suppressed all for the so-called common best In this world we are merely pawns to suffocate with disconnection ♪ I've told you the truth ♪ They try to reach a giving hand the sad tales of a broken man Whose life-long dream abilities been fettered by bureaucracy And so, we lose, again there is no room for loss ♪ For all its worth, we tried hard to pull through But there is no room for loss ♪ No victories, no false hope, no glory, there just is no room for loss ♪ So slowly we will turn into this world We hated through and through With biased minds well put you down and tell you that in fact there is no room ♪ There is no room, there is no hope There is no room, there is no hope No! No! No!