The silence moves everything once held beating; Into alignment with the skies. One by one, they fall; To insure, liberty. Freedom fighters, raise your fists; This life, is a battle; What's really ours (really ours). What's in our hearts. To insure,

It's a cheating situation When there's no love at home A stealing invitation To take what's not really ours To make it through the midnight hours It's a cheating situation Just a cheap imitation Doing what we have to do There's no use in pretending