There is a sudden silence which consumes the crowd
The appalled know not to question or act
The result would disastrous
A second later faces start to grow old with age
Deeper into a gloom monotone note
You can hear him strain as the pitch retreats
Either side you choose can be negative or positive
Toward their competition is comparable
They can as they walk away
While they take what they want
Leaping over fallen bodies
The strict attention that they give
Stress soaks eyes with a foggy coat of depression
Toward the glorious in a harmful manner
Not allowing their alertness to be distracted
They never even think twice about it
And all we here is his born
And mouths gaping open trying to take in each breath
Your actions are useless
Lips wrinkled as the air grows bitterly cold
I am running trying not to look back
They never question them
So I appalled walk away with their eyes closed
To any dominant country that exists today
