The desperation´s gone but I´m frantically trying to live up to my ideals
A wrench in the gears, a stone through the windows
Black masks and burning police cars
Streetfight romantic and so called solidarity
There must be something more.
Sitting in a lonely room filled with stupid laughter
The joke isn´t funny anymore
It isn´t funny anymore
Who defines how we have to be?
Who defines us?
One´s truth must be the only one
Seperation at any means but
It´s all about identity
If this is your way to go
I step aside...