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?