A rise in profits, Pathetic truth A bloody promise, Decadent youth So sick of being part of you Chorus: What if we cross Their plans now What if we boycott their TV's And game shows What if we stop Consuming this all Trust their information Trust their new sensations Trust their speeches If you haven't learned From our past Others starve for water, Wash your car Others fear the night While we start buying precious Things that we don't need And if others raise their voice in pain They'll be bombed to silence Bombed to anything that nobody deserves 'Till they fall down -to death- 'Cause none of us will help when they fall...