I got to walk miles, have to tear down walls Want to overthrow everything that you stand for Your superficial measure of value is nothing more than hollow phrases What’s good for you applies not to me We hate the cookbook, rewritten and negated We hate the outlook, our future is now perverted We hate the rulebook, rewritten and negated We hate the outlook, our future is now perverted You feel as if you are my better, you feel superior Times taugh you nothing but your lies And I draw back to my inner thoughts Where I’m sheltered from your injustice No one to talk to, no one to fight for, nothing to care for My mind is filled with rage Nothing to see through, nowere to go to, nothing think of My mind is locked in a cage All my whishes have been in vain