This place we call our home is in a state of anarchy
lead by the secret dictators of what's suppose to be democracy
We live in the land of fiction our eyes scolded from the truth

This causes tension and friction and they blame it on the youths

There's always something hidden

there's always something closed
Secrets labelled forbiden
Somethings we can't exspose


That's right its time to fight back fight back for our rights
that's right its time to fight back push our view back into the light

cos we're concealed in darkness forever living in fear
we try to ignore this madness but our voices they must hear.


There's always something hidden
there's always something closed
Secrets labelled forbiden

Somethings we can't exspose

They are a lie, keep raising false alarms