Spreading your fictional opinions
Who needs arguments and facts?
Everyone feels better in the protest

We insolently see what we left...

At a time we lose our motivation

But to strike we still hold
We stand for something die for something
Patriotic with the colored blindfold

All reason wiped out, suppressed everyone shouts
It's hard to hear what's right or wrong,
When all the silence is gone


Entire homes thrown over people turn to vandalism
Assaulting innocent men trying to do their jobs

Humanity is thrown away in rocks...

I wonder what it feel likes, coming home innocent and brave

After running, fighting and shouting for days (for unknown lost ways)

It's obvious following for something called pride

We obey as we're told, we adjust our sight