Why are we casting these stones around?
Who are those we aim?
Are they the mystical "them", or is it just a mirror
Of ourselves reflecting how pathetic we really are?
Let's throw stones at the barricades we stand on
Let's spit in the face of the old slogans we chant
And redefine what resistance, revolution can mean and achieve
Our actions should be more
Than a sonorous and desperate cry for help, with our minds staying true
And with the ability and freedom of choice
We must carve our way along creating solutions for problems unsolved
And before point our fingers at the mystical "them"
We all should kneel with our heads deep bowed
And blame ourselves for not taking a chance
To release the snakes form rope around our necks
Rope around our necks
In no way will I surrender and obey the patterns "they" force-fed, but neither will I
Accept and sing along, sing along to a song
Some wrote back in order to hinder an alternative form of living
To turn our shelter a living unbearable hell
We have just one chance left in order to conquer "them"
We must conquer ourselves
We have just one chance left in order to conquer "them"
We must conquer ourselves
We have just one chance left in order to conquer "them"
We must conquer ourselves
We have just one chance left in order to conquer "them"
We must conquer ourselves
We must conquer ourselves
Find new means to break all our chains
Find new means to communicate
Find new means to break every cage
Find new means to communicate
Communicate
Break every cage
Communicate
Break all our chains
Why are we casting these stones around?
Who are those we aim?
Are they the mystical "them", or is it just a mirror
Of ourselves reflecting how pathetic we really are?