How many times have we lived in fear? How many years has it been so clear? Our minds are tattered and our hearts are torn We teach our children to live in scorn
Breakaway! Come back some other day Breakaway! Or you will have to pay the price!
We wage our wars to feed our greed To breakaway is what we need To live this way will tear our hearts out What's it really all about?
Breakaway! Come back some other day Breakaway! Or you will have to pay the price!
There are those who would love to see us die And others would rather sit and cry But I don't want it and neither do you I have one thing to say - I am through!
Breakaway! Come back some other day Breakaway! Or you will have to pay the price!