See us all march by like tin soldiers, shine. Under burning sunlight and toxic skies. How we try to blind each other with perfect smiles. Our faces show we don't believe in this anymore. I see no passion in your eyes. Silence gives consent. I can feel no motion in your moves. We exist as objects. We're being lived. We have lost faith. We're the tired. Counter-culture, now just a passing style. To keep the wheels turning. We're the tired. Living is not floating. It's swimming, it's rowing! And tonight will we sleep safe and sound in a silent town? In our cells with brick walls. Let's break this chain of events and create life as subjects. Take this back into our hands. Step out of history!