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Strike Anywhere

Detonation

 

Detonation

(album: Change Is A Sound - 2001)


We are not the images we see

I refuse to follow the fashion to its end
Hypocrisy is killing me
On the rights of your wealth I disagree
This puppets culture scars our tongues with what's unsung
But we're not finished we're not done
Illusions of their fucking progress are always fed to us
But innocence can rise again redemption a healing trust
From the depths of their false dreams
Rebuilding, rebuilding
Nothing for their war
Nothing anymore

Are we all guilty? Are we all guilty?
The greed inside me waiting for our share
Are we all guilty? Are we all guilty?
The greed inside me waiting for our share

Stand up now
Rebuilding
Nothing for their war
Nothing anymore

We're all addicted born
With desperation, scorn
For hopes and dreams to mourn
The time we did not dare

The time we did not dare
But it's not there

Stand up, speak out to define a future
We live in silence pulling in
It's what we're in this for, gotta stop the war
We buy and buy hypocrisy
What are we in this for? Gotta stop the war

I refuse to carry the flag of this country
Of golden guns and cynics puns
As the rights of your wealth walk over me
From the depths of these false dreams
We're addicted born
Waiting at the window
For the coming storm

Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa

We're all addicted born
With desperation scorn
Our hopes and dreams to mourn
The time we did not dare
To change the future and respect our past
Illusions that are fed are passing through and they won't last

We are not the images we see

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