Here We Are

It's In The Air Tonight 
In The Feeling In The Sound 
It's Not Seeing Straight 
And Not Getting Down 
It's All Of Us Against Them 
Dear Friends Till The End 
Fighting On For More Than A Mile 
Throught Plastic Shit And The Smiles 
Here We Are Alone 
All Of Us 
With No Control For What's Ailing Us Or Failing Us 
Were The Crucified 
Still Addicted To The Sound 
Stained With Violence 
And A Bad Case Of Woe Is Me 
So We Take What We Like 
To Cure What's Ailing Us