First to turn around

In a long line of dissent

An illusion or a fantasy

To save the world again

Maybe we are strong

With a fire in the hand

Or maybe we are lost

As one of them

And one of them

Go inside

Captive to the telling

Calm and so predictable

Inside of this rebellion

Are a million years or more

Do we follow far

Behind the enemy

Or do we only change the name

Come around again

With a fire in the hand

An illusion or a fantasy

To save these walls again

Elusive as the dream

That falls into the sea

It happens here but only

But only inside these walls

Falling in line

So easy to become cynical

It happens again

As we become the anger inside