These eyes See truth Through the lies Through jealousy We're k**ing time In the worst way It's not enough that the Grave has been dug The worst is that We refuse to give in I, still recall When this was Much more than a Show of hands There was a meaning THere was a protest There were ideas That couldn't exist outside Of progress, and distress Was our muse to create A little hope Without the fear of being rejected Where do we stand now?