'My title comes from the practice of Australian Aboriginal people who, during their period of 'dream-time', sing their world into existence' (Chatwin, 1987)
Can you see the faces without names on the streets?
Too much time alone, robbed of identity
Battered minds live bitter times
Severed heads through twisted lies
Eyes of fire and ice
Pushing at the back
While dying at the front
Hear us singing our song
The chorus of our song bleeds
Bodies white and trembling shiver underneath
The facades of wealth and image, falsely conceived
Battered minds live bitter times
Severed heads through twisted lies
Eyes of fire and ice
Now the lights go out over Europe
Will we ever see them burn again?
Everything is alright, yeah everything is alright
Because we fooled ourselves into believing
One identity, one world, one rationality
Singing our world into existence
Sung it loud without hesitance
Who wrote these words we've got stuck in our minds?
Singing out, throats bleeding
Who wrote these songs we' re stuck in repeating?
Who wrote the songs we have stuck in our minds?
Singing our world into existence
Singing our world into existence