We bathe in the illusion
That you will care for us
Your silence breeds confusion

And the world goes bust

We fight for our survival

Like some old sad cliche
Their failure have no rivals
But shame


This is not a game
People's suffrage

This is not a circus
This is not a game


You scream for some explosion
Then smother all faint sparks
There's power in confusion

To be gained

This is not a game

People's suffrage
This is not a circus
This is not a game

People are in pain
This is no illusion
This is not a game


This is not a game, game, game
This is not a game

People's suffrage
This is not a circus
This is not a game

People are in pain
This is no illusion
This is not a game