Текст песни An Apathetic New World

Tonight I sat alone

On the steps

And stared into the blank sky;

Stars cloaked by smog,

The poison of our own.

And as the bitter air bit down

I held my breath and

Thought of all the others on their backs.

Thought of all the others on their backs.

Thought of all the others on their backs.

Thought of all the others on their backs.

How do you organize resistance

Against something that's not even there

But still killing you, killing you?

Dirt covered fists

Screaming indignantly,

Midigate to out turned palms pleading admittedly.

Raping people of their hope and the sky of all it's stars.

They're dying at your feet but 'who cares who they are.' (right?)

There's no place like home

There's no place like home

There's no place like home
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There's no place like home.

"It's like filling

An empty glass

From an empty bottle."

And it's stricken

By rigor mortis

With your hand on the throttle.

Grasping at a chance through a wall of austerity

And a fence of police enforced

By democratic vulgarity.

Two percent

Controlling the power;

Controlling you, controlling me,

Controlling the borders of democracy.

So it's you, and it's me

And we're up against a fence,

Control or be controlled by only two percent.

So it's you, and it's me

And we're up against a fence,

Control or be controlled,

Because only we can set us free.

Think of all the others on their backs.(4x)