When I see the
Ruins fall
And the children give up
I confess that I feel myself
Coughing up blood
With disgust and some kind of shame
I'd rather bury my head in the sand
If this is all there is

And society's sick
It's not my place to say
But I'm bored of all the politics
Getting in the way
And the children don't stand a chance
You know I'm thinking of you
When I say these words,
I'm thinking of you

It's a fair cop to say this place is bad
But I've seen a lot worse
And you think that I'm mad
But there's so much good among so much that's wrong
We'd be vicious bastards if we gave up now
And I'm telling you that there's still a chance
But will any of us
Be left to see the day?