Из альбома: Lusitania
I'm waking up because of smelling salts that I've been given
Well that formula for caving in has now seceded,
from a courthouse filled with empty judges
You've got a plan, you've got a blueprint,
you're plagarizing what you can not be
It's not a plan, it's not a blueprint,
you're criticizing what you can not be
A clientele of fools, continues to confuse our history,
with what we're waiting for, a silent jury
So we can use our every means for progress
We're set free and who we want to be