Weavers of illusion, communicators
They weave big blindfolds to hide
The blocked reality which we live in
A sad dignity
A new day will come and we'll sing...
Blockers of emotion, preachers
They talk about moral crisis
They care their habits so much
And your pain grows more
And our life remains the same
A new day will come and we'll sing...
A new day will come and we'll dance...
And we'll sing...
They care their habits so much
And your pain grows more
They care their habits so much
And your pain and life remains the same
Life remains the same
Life remains the same