We trust the cat to keep the cream
Although emotionally burdened by tradition
Fate and faith and something in between
We'll build a wall around the wasteland
To feed the all-time favourite dream
While the outbound pointing barrels nearly blinded
Faceless fingers freezingly triggering the night
Can we leave the place the way we'd wish to find it
When we never found a point in human rights?
Did we go wrong?
Did we go wrong?
Did we go wrong?
Did we go wrong?