In front of a mirror I stare at myself
and the things that I see are not what I like
A tired old face with a pair of dull eyes
sick of discussions, empty words and lies
Right tonight, I wanna ask you this:
Refrain:
Are we part of a revolution
without a destitution
when did we loose our aim
when did we start to chase our tail
are we the problem or the solution
paralysed in confusion
Runnin' round in circles
until our skin turns pale
... chasing our tail!
Now my friend will you answer me straight
hey put down your slogans and your uniform
speak with your heart not with our men's tongues
Tell me the truth now: what we're fighting for?
And again I wanna ask you this: