| Most people wake | |
| From a nightmare to find | |
| Everything's great | |
| It was all in their mind | |
| So am I still sleeping | |
| Or is this all real | |
| If I keep on pinching myself | |
| Will the fear disappear, oh no | |
| It's like a stone hanging over our heads | |
| Ready to blow | |
| Cos this is our time | |
| You've got to believe | |
| That it's yours and it's mine | |
| You can't close your eyes to the lies | |
| Perpetrated by dangerous fools | |
| Cos they're handing out rules | |
| Like a prophecy chiselled in stone | |
| Stone | |
| They're carving out our fate | |
| Why can't they leave us alone | |
| Stone, stone | |
| And messing up the world | |
| They've got to leave it alone | |
| They've signed on some paper | |
| To end all the fear | |
| But this propaganda | |
| Is perfectly clear | |
| They're still building and testing | |
| But what can we do | |
| Condemning the seas | |
| And the land and the trees to a tomb | |
| Oh no | |
| It's like a stone hanging over your heads | |
| Where do we go | |
| Cos this is your time | |
| You've got to believe | |
| That it's yours and it's mine | |
| You can't close your eyes to the lies | |
| Perpetrated by dangerous fools | |
| Cos they're handing out rules | |
| Like a prophecy chiselled in stone |