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