Born as a blank page
We must pick and choose
Our destinations and

The paths we'll use
What shall we say is sacred
Waht will be abused

It's no wonder
The world is confused
Murder and weather

Is our only news
I will refuse!
Your offer is tempting

But it's not what it seems
You take advantage
Of everyone else's dreams

You create the perfect picture
By dressing up the scene
Trust our hopes and lives

To your death machines
Your point is not well taken
Because that's not what it means

I will refuse!