We all went back to sleep to finish a dream,
To be something,
To hold what we always touched and missed,
To exist
We see ourselves in the movies
We are heroes wanting to fly back in time to make things right,
To stop Nazis,
To turn off the radio and unite Hutus and Tutsis,
To show Kount the diabolic sign above his Christ,
We want to tell Bathory that pictures don't age
To tell Elizabeth that she will destroy herself in rage
We want to sacrifice ourselves for history to make this world smile
We love and hate Solomon at the same time
We want Jihad to go back to America
We are Ches screaming to the world that arms and ammunition factories need wars
We are Mohammads trying to restore the peace
And we all want the World Bank to set us free
How are we different?