The frontier's closed, the horizon is black The seeds of fortune became the grapes of wrath Music of a restive age Music of a restive age
Music of a restive age
Music of a restive age Why are we, why are we, why are we Why are we, why are we, why are we I tell you when I walk in the streets
People look at me They lock their doors to their cars and their homes When I am near What do they fear?
They fear the sounds
And what can be found Music of a restive age
Music of a restive age Music of a restive age Music of a restive age Why are we, why are we, why are we Why are we, why are we, why are we I know you look at me with disdain I see the scorn on your face,
You can't keep me in place Your world is falling apart We're heading straight for the heart Try all you want, This restive age can't be stopped The frontier's closed, the horizon is black The seeds of fortune became the grapes of wrath Music of a restive age
Music of a restive age
Music of a restive age Music of a restive age Why are we, why are we, why are we Why are we, why are we, why are we I tell you we don't want to be alienated Just want our chance to see things change Instead of stay the same
And if alienation is what we must face It's a small price to pay To see things our way.
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