Standing out loud, facing the crowd, they're staring us down. Don't make a sound, just turn it up loud, with your head in the clouds we're breaking this down.
So predictable, unrelatable now.
Standards are low, reason should show, you've taken the gold but there's nowhere to go. Don't give it out, don't give in now. If it makes them proud then you make yourself a vow;
You will not give into power You won't waste your wishing hour You've had it all, but now you're sour. You're so predictable.