As kings and queens change places
The castles rise and fall
They call it civilization
But it isn’t that at all
It’s Chaos - Chaos: they call civilization
Chaos - Chaos: they call civilization
Behind the window
Of a tenement block
So many good people
But what have they got?
Chaos - Chaos: they call civilization
This chaos - chaos: they call civilization
Do we have a chance? NO!
To realise potential? NO!
Do they have freedom? NO!
To be what we wanna be
Oh no
The poets write history
The armies destroy
Panic and slaughter
And it doesn’t make sense
