No system... can sustain... our... greed. They crushed our creativeness, they crushed our independence, They offered us convenience and we became dependant
Restricted by rhythm, restricted by rhyme, Writing lyrics can be tough sometimes. So much to say, but how to say it, Make it accessible and make it
One, two, three, four! Who is that person inside you thinking? Beneath memories, through the conditioning? Do your insecurities Obscure your reality
Excuse me, I lost myself, well this isn?t me. Well it is and it isn?t to certain degrees. An extreme lack of confidence, it has overcome me. I guess
Six billion people, one world, Each and everyone amazing. Six billion wants and six billion viewpoints, Six billion reasons to get along. I do believe
I shy away from your flag, hard to relate to it. I was born in this country, I?m not a part of it. I sense Irish pride through my father?s eyes, But
No I didn?t vote, I didn?t feel I had a choice, And I felt within my silence lay my only voice. And it?s not that I?m not interested in politics, It
There?s only one revolution. To try to stop and secure something that is ever moving Can only lead to frustration, futility and confusion. To try to
We?ve referred to this problem as free trade globalisation, Taking the power from the community, Putting it in the hands of the corporation, Denying
So it seems we all have a vice, Every luxury has its price. Methods of transcendence, methods of enjoyment, So what price are you prepared to pay? So
