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?