We are the voice of a vision Walking the path of extremes By shades of grey We try to dig our way While we are cursed, tortured and expelled Without remorse
Will there be a time for those dreams to be fulfilled? Will there be a time?
We are the voice of ignition We’re walking the path of extremes Branded, stranded Laughed at from the outset We are cursed, tortured and expelled Without remorse
There are no reasons There’s only hatred and disgust There are no reasons But fear of innovations