We pretend to care in the stuffy air we breath all day We find ourselves oppressing life that'll never know Save their aim from the ashes Too scared to lose our worthful power of blind control Where's the right to rise with own force to built their system Save their aim from the ashes Delightful cultures that'll never grow with our apparent sense of relief Our sweat ain't more than false deception and Our helping hands are full of blood and dirt Save their aim from the ashes We set the frame in the genuine rain of a lost generation Our sweat ain't more than false deception and Our helping hands are full of blood and dirt Save their aim from the ashes All our norms have been stamped in innocent flesh All our past has been burying their unborn hope All our ignorance has unleashed all their misery Save their aim...from the ashes