When the daylight gets drowned under
the shadow of your second home
And when you can't see past the memories
Pushing you to take this role
You're lost in the desert winds
where generations come undone
Tried by a magazine
shooting down what you've done wrong
Our blood won't drip down
if we don't get up
Our position stays soft
Up in the mountain range
you could have a think about it
When you're over making sense and
The rhetoric is on your back
When the fire's burning smolders
Following another attack
You're caught in a raging state
where animosity displays
Stumbling on TV we wait
for the day that you fall down