The day the sun goes out
and the curtains close
when the ground you walk on
actually moves
When they don't plant anymore
and nobody takes charge
of rivers and the sea
the grime of the place
You'll be able to think about who you are
what you did, what they did to you
And what we do to repair
what others broke
And I tell you it's not cool
and I tell you and I'm not lying
and I tell you it's not cool
I have to endure that moment
The owners of reality
are few and scary
Ready to enslave
those from the field in the city
Posing as light
they're dark heads
they say they're real
and are pure sickness
You'll be able to think about who you are
what you did, what they did to you
And what we do to repair
what others broke
And I tell you it's not cool
and I tell you and I'm not lying
and I tell you it's not cool
I have to endure that moment
There is something that can't be
and regardless he fights
There's something he can't see
and regardless he listens