It`s In The Air Tonight
In The Feeling In The Sound
It`s Not Seeing Straight
And Not Getting Down
It`s All Of Us Against Them
Dear Friends Till The End
Fighting On For More Than A Mile
Throught Plastic Shit And The Smiles
Here We Are Alone
All Of Us
With No Control For What`s Ailing Us Or Failing Us
Were The Crucified
Still Addicted To The Sound
Stained With Violence
And A Bad Case Of Woe Is Me
So We Take What We Like
To Cure What`s Ailing Us
