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