Oversight Pockets Full Of Nothing
Those days that we hate
Those days that remind us the epoch where we feilt fine
Sometimes, I would like to go back in time just to see when it all started
America´s living in a time where nothing moves on
There´s this kid standing on the corner of an empty house
Who keeps turning off the light
He doesn´t take the equality of chances for granted anymore
When the rich get richer
And the poor get poorer
When the music we enjoy listening to cannot even point the blame
It can´t rain all the time
Here we are in the new millenium when everything´s reduced to a minimum
Their cages of silence may imprison the right to choose but this
Delusion will end soon for they´re afreaid of us...of what we can change
Who are the real criminals now?
Where will you be when your barricades can´t keep us
Away from the facts anymore?
The old statutes will fall apart and you´ll realize that
We´re living in a new wind
How dare you pretend that we make one when the only unity we know is established
By capital?
Illogical it is
Let´s arm ourselves and let´s perpetuate the slaughter in Africa
They watch me, I watch them
And we are making history a page of a forgotten old book...
Then we slide down the wall in the same time we are raging
Against the culture of myth we´ve been brought up with
We can outlast our mistakes of the past
