There's a young world standing
With vision not blinding yet
Strong in the tide
In the rain
Anger just one chance that we get
Although the blood on the nighsticks' New mark is made
The terror evaporate
Coming down on a new day
In the rain Dust to dust
A violation of trust justice
That maybe somebody someday will understand
The voices of the people will come down We didn't live and die in vain
Like rain
The streets are burning bright in light
And though the blood on the nighsticks
It's never too late
Of the flames of the flames New suns for a new day
Broken faces
Plastic nerves
Selling the passion
To rot in the suburbs
Plastic faces
Broken nerves
Selling the passion
We rot in the suburbs The world's in traction
Do all our shots miss?
From action to fashion we rot in the office
The world's in traction
From action to fashion we rot in the office rot in the office
All our shots miss Well the world's in traction
From action to fashion
But we're not gonna rot building Babylon
With our life and death
We spit and run
One voice one breath
we spit and run.
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