Lyrics

Nothing's feeling real
And there's so much we don't know
Though the podium bears the seal
I'm afraid it's all for show
How loud must we shout?
Oh yeah
Which direction leads out?

Our collective cries for change
Are exploited by the new regime
We are living in times so strange
That you're hoping that it might be a dream

They're taking all their stances
Before our blinded eyes
I want to be burdened by the answers
Instead of burdened by the lies
Which direction leads out?

Our collective cries for change
Are exploited by the new regime
We are living in times so strange
That you're hoping that it might be a dream
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