We are fighting a war Here we come now living in a new age Where the roles are set to tear us apart Here we come now fighting for a living wage It's time. The pleas from the politicians to the poor Do nothing but distort the truths they tire of The system is built to keep us from ourselves You ask what I can give? I've got nothing for you But everything for a better way. So you demand That we/I live under your laws blinded to the fact We are at war Do we settle for the system or do we fight for our own voice? Will we force them all to listen? It's all coming down To one choice So I wait for a change to come, and I ask myself why Does everyday the sky remain over our heads? Would it be impossible to tear it down?