Time has no meaning
In the vortex of real life...
Opening doors
Closing lives...
I’m running toward the darkness,
Away from all I see in the light...
Slowly wandering the dusts of Kashmir
Dodging bullets on the shore of Zaire...
Don't you know you're never going to win
I think it's about time you gave in...
Holding hands together,
Walking side by side...
They took away our right to question,
Removed our right to speak...
In mother lands the is no truth
The fathers’ hands have stolen youth...
The upper man is urbane
He has everything he wants...
The upper man has all the money
He can eat his bread and honey...
In the smallest grain of sand
There may exist a distant land...
In the night of burning chaos
The men have come to claim the land...