We are proud individuals living for the city,
But the flames couldn't go much higher,
We find God and religion to,
To paint us with salvation.
But no one,
Oh nobody,
Can give you the power,
To rise over love,
Over hate,
Through this iron sky,
That's fast becoming our minds.
Over fear and into freedom.
Oh, that's life
Left dripping down the walls
Of a dream that cannot breathe
In this harsh reality
Mass confusion spoon fed to the blind
Serves now to define our cold society
From which we'll rise over love,
Over hate,
Through this iron sky,
That's fast becoming our minds.
Over fear and into freedom.