Born as a blank page

We must pick and choose

Our destinations and

The paths we'll use

What shall we say is sacred

What will be abused

It's no wonder

The world is confused

Murder and weather

Is our only news

I will refuse!


Your offer is tempting

But it's not what it seems

You take advantage

Of everyone else's dreams

You create the perfect picture

By dressing up the scene

Trust our hopes and lives

To your death machines

Your point is not well taken

Because that's not what it means

I will refuse