All these people with there painted faces
Relaying images of there favorite places
Completely disillusioned by the fact that were all still alive
Though we strive for a greater goal it seems to be fruitless to the thought of growing old 
Together we will stand
We fight for our freedom, divided by the cost of ones wallet
Call it what you may, but if you were like me, you would sit and pray for one day everything will change
I know it may be thought of as strange
Just don’t turn the page before you've read it first
I know your thirsty my friend
But the end depends on you and what time you decide to spend