we are the new ones we are a people state who's got the future who's got the name of change we got a reason just another pierced goon of little faith Your time is over obey or not: you fail no time for reasons no time for all these games not just a nuance another question you won't like to see
A trade of bottle dreams Your time is over. Time is over no rage or battle fields we are breaking through without a warning
we are the new ones we're the hope we are the spring we are just a new round around the world you have to see a bleeding romance over the top not just a dream and what is over oh what is gone oh what is gone yeahh was just a dream
There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart that you can't take part; you can't even passively take part, and you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop. And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!