| Born as a blank page | |
| We must pick and choose | |
| Our destinations and | |
| The paths we'll use | |
| What shall we say is sacred? | |
| What will be abused? | |
| It's no wonder | |
| The world is confused | |
| Murder and weather | |
| Is our only news, I will refuse | |
| Your offer is tempting | |
| But it's not what it seems | |
| You take advantage | |
| Of everyone else's dreams | |
| You create the perfect picture | |
| By dressing up the scene | |
| Trust our hopes and lives | |
| To your death machines | |
| Your point is not well taken | |
| Because that's not | |
| What it means, I will refuse |