Alfred Newman Follow

The years will wear down every brick you lay.
There's more to life than selling your days.
Money makes sense in the world today, they say.
I'm not living that way.
Setting off setting off their alarms, cause I've got a voice of my own.
I won't be a product on the industry line.
You stand for nothing or you stand alone.
Leave it to us to cross the final line.
Can you feel the dawning of our time?
Take a moment to turn and see the signs.
Time to wake up and turn the light on, come on turn the light on.
Pitiful, doing what you're told, in turn, they granted you power.
In a condescending tone you stand on the watchtower here in our last hour, and say that you know, typical of those that will never see.
Say that you know, typical of those too afraid to be free. Just like that, took our strongest years in the name of greed, and made commercials out of our broken dreams.
As pitch black from factory stacks turns all the world's beautiful colors to gray, empower the rights that they can't take away: Raise your voices.
Echoes of the spirit, resounding in tones that set you free. Shout with me: We are awake! We're in critical condition, critical condition figured it out because we’ve all been here before.